Meherbai got up on the morning of her coffee-party lamenting: “Asal no Jamano Gayo. Once, money meant gold-coins, Sona-Mohar. Later we had silver-coins. I still remember how one rupee silver-coin fallen on the ground sounded like the one-rupee coin of ‘Sholay’ in Dolby-system – KHANNANG!! Su Vajan ne purchasing power!” Then came tamba-coins (copper-coins). After […]
From time to time, Meherbai used to have a tea-party with some of her school friends. Last Thursday, they met at the Parsi Gymkhana, Marine Lines, and the hen-party turned into a hilarious evening with every lady commenting on the recent US elections, especially why Tehmulji Trump won and why Coomi Clinton lost, adding their […]
And so it came to pass (sounds Biblical) that our dear Meherbai received an invitation to her old girls’ association from her school. The invite was for the ex-students along with their respective spouses. Meherbai was overjoyed while her bitter-half, Meherwanji said, “Your friends will die with envy when they see you. You have the […]
It was the month of May, hot as hell and all Meherbai’s friends were abroad on vacation. “Marerey! Sorabji Shakespeare was so right about the middle of May being hot and stuffy when he wrote ‘Beware The Ides Of May!’”, she said. “Arreyrey! What ‘Gotala Ma Goss’ you are doing! It is ‘Beware the Ides of March’.” “March […]