The fun of being a Parsee?
No waiting lists, no entrance fees, no other eligibilities!
A minuscule community, incurably diasporic, but which nonetheless has woven its way into virtually every corner of the world.
Once in Sydney, traveling by bus to the Opera House, I met two elderly ladies who inquired where I was from. “From India ,” I responded. “Oh! Are you a Parsee?” pat came the counter query. On noticing my astonished look, the lady explained that she had come to know a few Parsees, from India , in Sydney , and hence the inspired guesswork. But of course, these stray anecdotes can be misleading.
When my first novel, The Turning was published, I received a letter from a reader in Cuttack, Orissa, who wrote, among other things, that in his ‘part of the world’, there were no Parsees, but that he came to know something about the community from The Turning!
The fact does remain, however, that one may come across a Parsee almost anywhere in the world; and the fun of it is, that there is generally an instant bonding of sorts, when you come across a humdin in other parts of the world. As I said, being a Parsee is, in a sense, being part of an International Club!
Being a Parsee also gives you an entrée into another coveted world: the world of the Parsee Baugs (also known as parsi colonies). I once took a Swedish friend, a visiting journalist, into Cusrow Baug for a dekho. Normally a rather reticent chap, he couldn’t stop waxing lyrical about the Baug.
“I wouldn’t have believed such a place could exist in Bombay ,” he enthused.
“So clean, so green, so quiet, well ordered!”
Take the Dadar Parsee Colony, Cusrow Baug, Rustom Baug, Tata Blocks, Bandra, and so many others, across the length and breadth of Bombay . You step into a different world, a fairly self-contained world, still quite gracious and genteel.
The most blessed are the children and the elderly; they have an environment, right on their doorstep, where they can take in a gentle airing or a leisurely walk in a sheltered atmosphere, surrounded by known faces ready to lend a helping hand should some mishap occur. Children have other children they can play with, and the senior residents form their own groups and cliques, to happily pass the evening in the open air, should they be so inclined, instead of being cooped up alone in the house.
The fun of being a Parsee lies also in the celebratory nature of our festivals, the richness of our cuisine, the serene simplicity of our basic religious tenets: good thoughts, good words, good deeds … and the awesome sight of priests in pristine, flowing white, (often with a white beard to match!), appealing to the Powers-that-be in rich reverberating tones, in an atmosphere redolent with the aroma of incense and sandalwood, the flickering of the divas and the fragrance of lilies and tuberoses; and the dark, cool interior of Agiary, the perfect foil to the eternal fire that flames within!
It lies also in that insouciant irreverence that marks the true Parsee, who takes nothing too seriously, least of all himself! Who waltzes through life with sometimes boisterous bonhomie, with a fund of good will and generosity for all humankind.
The fun of being a Parsee is being able to look forward to celebrating yet another Pateti (new year), maybe with the sagan-ni-sev in the morning, followed by the dhaan-dar-patio, ending up with the sali-marghi, the three high points of the day, in between greeting friends, exchanging gifts and, of course, thanking Ahura Mazda for all the blessings so bountifully endowed on us.
So let’s count our blessings and curb our cribs; problems exist so we can think out solutions … and there is, indeed, a solution for every one of the problems facing the community. (Though of course, Parsees being Parsees, will also differ on just what actually is the problem!)
Wonderful picture about the Parsee Community, so well written. Yes Parsees are such fun loving people. Such a small community but yet given so much all over the world specially given so much to India. Look at all the philantrophic people the Tatas, Wadias, Godrej, Phirojsha Mehta and so many many more all over. God Bless all of them!
It is unfortunate to be a Zoroastrian because atleast in India he/she is constantly being victimised and discriminated on the basis of his religion. The Parsis have got a slave mentality or complex that is why they let everybody take advantage of them and are very submissive.
OMG Yazdi, you need to write more. I was rolling on the floor laughing, enjoying & reminiscing. You nailed it…. Nostalgic!!!