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Ta-ta to Tata

Here is an Hilarious article from the Times of India , Aug 12, 2010, 12.00am IST writen by Bachi Karkaria.

When Apro Ratan goes, can doom be far behind?
Bachi Karkaria

Bomsie surveyed the pall of gloom which hung over Mumbai’s Dadar Parsi Colony. “Eh, Kawsie,” he said, “Soo thayech soo, sala? Wotthehell is happening? Why are all the bawajis going around with faces longer than a college admission queue when our new year is just a week away? Have all the stocks of festive ‘ravo’ been infested with worms? Has Central Bank gone bankrupt? Has ivory-shouldered Ava, the drool of every Parsi dude, run off with some maka-pao, miya or Madrasi?”

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Courtesy : Cy Bulsara

Parsi Surnames

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While most surnames in India reflect caste and lineage, the Parsis had a delightfully modern streak — having landed without caste, history and context, theyy created identities through professions and urban streets.

Our family moved to Bombay (now Mumbai) from Rawalpindi in 1947. We came as refugees but the family soon settled and by 1953 my father had restarted playing golf at the Willingdon Club. I was eight years old and would walk 18 holes with him every Saturday and Sunday. The three Parsi gentlemen who made up his regular four-ball were uncles Poonawala, Coorlawala and Colabawala. Very soon they had rechristened my father Pindiwala.

Uncle Colabawala did not live in Colaba but in a penthouse on Malabar Hill. May be his ancestors had lived in Colaba. I used to spend hours searching the telephone directory to find Parsi surnames and building up stories around their families.

There was prohibition in Bombay those days. So to get liquor you had to find Mr Dalal, who would introduce you
to Mr Daruwala, who in turn would get bottles delivered to your home by Mr Batliwala who would be accompanied by
Mr Sodawaterbottleopenerwalla (the longest Parsi surname I have come across).

Other surnames whose ancestors were in the beverages trade were Mr Fountainwala, Mr Ginwala, Mr Rumwala, Mr Sodawala and Mr Jhunjhunwala.

We used to have two delightful Siamese kittens in our flat and these were gifted to my mother by her friend Mrs Billimoria. My mother spent hours knitting cardigans for them, with wool she bought from the Unwala family.

My uncle ran the air force canteen in Cotton Green and his partner, yes you guessed it, was Mr Canteenwala. They had this fantastic cook, Mr Bhajiwala. Their mild and meek manager, Mr Jeejeebhoy, nodded his head and agreed with everything everybody said.

My grandfather was the Sheriff of Bombay. I think the first and only Sikh to hold this position. Being Sheriff it was only natural that he had Mr Bandookwala and Mr Golimarwala as his constant companions.

Grandfather had many Parsi friends who were in politics. There was this squeaky clean khadi-clad Mr Ghandy, and the not so clean Mr Kalaghandy — <who was invariably being hounded by Mr Kotwal. But he never left home without his friends
Mr Barrister, Mr Vakil, Mr Lawyer and their munshi Mr Mehnty.

My grandfather built Hotel Waldorf on Arthur Bunder Road in Colaba. So for this he naturally used the services of
Mr Contactor and Mr Mistry. He never went to the conservative moneylenders when short of money, but borrowed it from his Parsi friend Mr Readymoney.

Our neighbour and family physician was Dr Adi Doctor — he was only half a doctor. He lived withh his in laws Mr and Mrs Pochkhanawala. My sister swears they ate only poached eggs for breakfast.

I remember going to Dr Doctor’s sister’s wedding. She married Mr Screwala. What he did for a living, I do not know to this day. If you are in Mumbai maybe you can track him down in the yellow or pink pages.

Jokes apart, there is a lesson for all of us here: imagine if we could christen our politicians through democratic vote: Jinnahwalla, Nikarwalla, Icequeen, Motawalla! It would really be able to keep everyone in check, where individuals and media didn’t only control your public profile but also your public identity.

The Parsis have taught us that if you take serious interest in satire, you can change the world!

My name today is Comedymanifestowalla!
Courtesy : Cyrus Bulsara

Parsi Surnames !!

This article appeared in The Tribune, Chandigarh, on the 6th of Jan 2010.

We all are intrigued by the Parsi names.

OK tata bye-bye
by Pushi Chowdhry

While most surnames in India reflect caste and lineage, the Parsis had a delightfully modern streak having landed without caste, history and context, theyy created identities through professions and urban streets.

Read on to bring a smile … click here…. Parsi Surnames_intrigued

Courtesy : Dara Acidwalla

Parsi Colonies Never Sleep


Parsi Colonies Never Sleep

 After the British colonies, still left are the Parsi colonies, on which the sun never sets!

Because at 2 am old ladies are chasing stray dogs with sticks,

at 3 am somebody’s TV is loud enough to keep the watchmen awake,

at 4 am the granny’s wake up to pee,

at 5 am the doodhwala comes from ‘parsi’ dairy farm
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Parsi Manners

by Aban Bana

There was a time when Parsis were praised by all other communities in Mumbai for their genteel ways and impeccable manners. The Parsis were synonymous with good breeding and fine etiquette. But the times, they are a changing. Yes they are, and I can give you a few examples to support my statement. Please read on…

Let us begin with our places of worship, our Agiaries and Atash Behrams. You are in a Fire Temple, waiting to bow down and put your head on the “Kebla” in front of the Holy Fire and offer your sandalwood. The person in front of you is taking at least fifteen minutes for the entire procedure, but that is alright, you don’t mind, after all we all have our prayers to offer. What is surprising is that once that person has finished with the bowing and has stood up again, he/she does not budge from the doorway! So either you creep into a small space that is still open and squeeze your forehead onto the kebla, or you gently request that person to please move aside, if only just a little bit, please? But that means breaking your prayers. What a dilemma! Read more

Iranian hospitality

Iranian hospitality attack

A survival guide for the non-Iranian traveler

By Hamid Taghavi
March 20, 1998
The Iranian

Beware! Forget about all the xenophobic, anti-Iranian propaganda dominating the media.What they say about terrorism and your life being in danger in Iran is absolute hogwash (I have no idea what that word means, but I like the sound of it: hogwash…). If anything, all that Iranians can be accused of is excessive hospitality. So, when traveling to Iran, beware of innocent looking situations which could turn into the experience of your life. Kind of like walking into The Twilight Zone.

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