People throughout history have taken pride in their ancestral roots, but new studies of migrations of people into Europe and elsewhere are showing that no one’s heritage is “pure”

One example of the racial purity concept is that of people so famous for touting their “racial purity” and being the “master race”— Ancient Origins


If one believes that one

Is of Pure Aryan race

With Zoroastrian Blood

Running through our veins

Think again!!!


Hundred of years ago

When our ancestors  fled Persia

How was the migration charted?

By what route they come?

What was it

By land “air” or sea?

‘Cause this is

Very puzzling to me

If only those who

Still  believe in pure blood

Take a DNA test

Research their family tree

And solve the mystery

Put the “mystery at rest.


Zoroastrianism hasn’t

Put us in a “straight jacket”

Given us the freedom

Of thoughts words deeds

One can soar

As high as one wants

‘Cause sky is the limit


My only  beef is with

People preventing

Others from practicing

Their faith

As though they

Are guardians of our faith

I hate to bust the bubble

Do not be disappointed

O! “Pure Blooded” when

One is  denied Entry

Through the “Heavenly Gates”


Please don’t take

Dictates from others

As to what one

Can or cannot do

As the life starts to ebb

TheFinal decision rest


Please don’t take

Dictates from others

As to what one

Can or cannot do

As the life starts to ebb

The onus lies

Solely with you


Choicest Happiness
















“Love Thy Neighbour”

We have all

Heard this before

But unfortunately

The whole world

Is engulfed in

Hatred Violence

Revenge & war!


To you all

I may be barking

Up a wrong tree

According to our

Prophet Zarathushtra

He must be thinking:

“How sharper than

A serpents tooth it

Is to have a thankless child”


Don’t be fooled

If it becomes mandatory

For a woman to

Wear a Hijab

And cover oneself

From head to toe

Be under the control

Of your men folk


As for men mandatory

No longer drinking and

Long  beards to grow.


When one realizes the

Freedom that we

Take & took for granted

Is gone and will

Never be


Do not go on

One’s bended knees

Ask for His Grace

‘Cause one day

One will realize

That one is no

Longer “A Zoroastrian”


Even after learning that

Our Sacred Bulls were decimated

As well some of our religious symbols

Still doesn’t seem to affect you

May be “A Parsi Peg or two”

Will awaken you



Wake up “O Learned ones”

Do not sit on your laurels

As well  those who are

Denied from practicing


Wake up & take

Up the cudgels

Break Free


Choicest Happiness


















Fire Temples & Agiaries 2

Hang up your
Priestly garbs
Do not pretend
To be pious
And pray near
The Holy Flame
‘Cause you guys
Do not have a spine
To “Play The Game”

You are responsible
For the decline
In the community
Because of
You attitude of
Racism Discrimination
As well Bigotry.

Instead of uniting
The community
You guys have
Divided the community
Front left center
By creating a
“San Andreas Fault
Doesn’t it bother you
That Our Fire Temples
And Agiaries
Are in utter ruin?
What do we
Have to show for?
Care free attitude
Ego & Pride?

Why are we so
Gullible that we
Let them
Herd us like sheep
As though say
We have no brains
It’s sheer laziness
As well Laissez Faire

Zoroastrianism is
already sinking
Before we know
It will fade away
Going going gone.

Smarten up people
Take up the fight
If we all band together
Zoroastrianism surely will

Any takers

PS this poem is in response Mr Kotwal`s complain about building tracks under Atash Behram.

Choicest Happiness



When Asho Zarathushtra

Was the Chosen  one

He didn’t

own a palace

Leave aside a

Be jeweled throne

Nor people to

Do His bidding

He lead a very quiet life

In some secluded alley

In a very simple home


Where ever He went

He did not strut

Like a peacock

Nor did He have

Any Ego or Pride

Though He was

Protected by His Mazda

He was put through

A rigorous ordeal

Through out His Life

To prove His worth

Often felt like

Throwing in the towel


Why can’t our

“Learned Ones”

Follow in His footsteps?

Why be full of

Ego & pride?

One simple reason

`Cause they think

They are the “Anointed Ones”


Time is running out

No time to snooze

Down a glass of whiskey

Or take a Parsi Peg

By sitting in a rocking chair

Unleash the Pristine Message

`Cause we have a lot loose


Finally He made it through

With utmost Faith & determination

That is why we have

A religion named

After Him


With a very Unique Message;

“No Rules”


Choicest Happiness














Prayers are like

The rays of
The  golden Phoebe

When chanted
“Emitting” intense heat

Cleansing one`s

Thoughts words deeds

As the sun

Seems to retire

For the night

Casting an reddish

Orange glow all over

Signaling that evening
Is  drawing near
As we are ourselves
About to retire

A”Comforter” of the night

Gently covering the earth

While the quiet moon in

Her silvery chariot

Floating by

Accompanied by

Her train of stars


“Twinkle Twinkle

Little Star”

As though singing

A lullaby

Prayers seem to
Have a soothing effect

‘Cause everything is

Peaceful & quiet


Before we close

Our eyes and

Settle down to sleep

Recapping what

Thoughts we thought

What words we uttered

And what deeds we did.

At the end of the day

Of one has Faith

It`s the Power of Prayers

That can save the day!

Choicest Happiness



A Grateful Graduate Reminisces the Wonderful MFCAI – and Oliver Goldsmith’s poem: The Village Schoolmaster!

Standing at the open door of the slowly moving B.B.&C.I.R. train from Ahmedabad to Bombay, a distinguished Mobed in flowing beard beckoned a Cooley to carry an old metal trunk and alighted on the Andheri station platform with his tender age son. The three slowly walked up the hill across the street to that magnificent architectural Boarding School building.

The mango trees on the vast grounds were heavy with the fruits. The Mobed was ushered in the Acting Principal Faramroze P. Patel’s office. After exchanging greetings, the son’s name was duly registered with his entire details of birth date, grandfather’s name, the Mobed “Panth” (family) etc. in Patel Saheb’s one and only complete School register as the 70thstudent this year in the School and 288th overall from the beginning!

Then he strikes the metal plunger bell and orders the assistant Keshoo to bring the first standard teacher. And here comes a Gujarati gentleman, in his Dhoti with a wonderful smile, the most respected, loving, wise, the one and only teacher Kantilal M. Upadhyay!


Kantilal Saheb escorted the young recruit to the last class room, informing on the way that he has taught all his 4 brothers before him and they were very good students! We entered the class room with all the students standing up for the teacher and Kantilal Saheb introduces me as Soli Pirojshah Kawasji Dastur from Tarapur and requests me to occupy the only empty desk left! After a few minutes, Kantilal Saheb had to leave the room and he brings his “Dhoko” (club) to me and says: “Sorabji! You are the monitor of this class and take care of it in my absence!”


Thus started my initiation to this magnificent Boarding School, The Muncherji Framji Cama Athornan Institute (MFCAI)! The fateful day was June 20th, 1945 and it started the most formative 9 years of my life until I passed the S.S.C. (High School) exam in March 1954! And all that I am today is due to the wonderful training we all had in this Institute, under the tutelage of those unbelievably dedicated Teacher Sahebs like Kantilal, Kaikhushroo S. Daruwalla, Rustomji S. Sanjana, Mobed Tehmurasp P. Sidhwa, Acting Principal Faramroze P. Patel, Dr. Peshotan K. Anklesaria, Rana, Khambata, and many others! And as a monitor of this unusual class, I was fortunate to have as my class mates, nay as my brothers, in our last years, Ervads Dr. Kersey Antia, Dastoorji Feroze (Framroze) Kotwal, Noshir Bharucha, Late Gustad Andhyarujina, and many others!


Alas, gone are the glory days of this Institute with 70+ students and 12+ teachers with teeming activities around the clock from the peel of 100 bells at 5:20 AM to “Khudaavind Khaavind Parvardegaar” Monajat at 9:00 PM before going to sleep!


The Village Schoolmaster

Whenever I think about our wonderful MFCAI, I always remember that beautiful poem The Village Schoolmaster by Oliver Goldsmith from his book: The Deserted Village. Besides bringing the memories of MFCAI, the poem also brings back the memories of my small Tarapur school where we had our first 2 – 3 years of education. I am sure it will bring back similar memories of your school to many of you.

This poem brings back the vivid memories of what the school was in its glory days when I was a student and what has become of the school today: a magnificent structure with no student and one Principal (?!), unkept, not maintained and left empty to itself! (please see the attached photos of the school in 2004).

Whenever I visited the school in recent years, it brought tears to my eyes to see the deplorable condition it is left in. Changing the last two lines of Goldsmith for MFCAI:

“But past is all (its) fame. The very spot

Where many a time (it) triumph’d is forgot.”


So, here is that beautiful poem by Oliver Goldsmith:

The Village Schoolmaster

by Oliver Goldsmith (1728 – 1774) (read by Tom O’Bedlam)

Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way,

With blossomed furze unprofitably gay,

There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule,

The village master taught his little school;

A man severe he was, and stern to view;

I knew him well, and every truant knew:

Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace

The day’s disasters in his morning face;

Full well they laughed, with counterfeited glee,

At all his jokes, for many a joke had he;

Full well the busy whisper, circling round,

Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned;

Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught,

The love he bore to learning was in fault.

The village all declared how much he knew —

‘Twas certain he could write, and cipher too;

Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage,

And e’en the story ran that he could gauge;

In arguing, too, the parson owned his skill,

For, e’en though vanquished, he could argue still,

While words of learned length and thundering sound

Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around;

And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew

That one small head could carry all he knew.


But past is all his fame. The very spot

Where many a time he triumph’d is forgot.


SPD Explanation:

  1. The school has meant to all of us a steady influence throughout our lives, in thick and thin, and we owe everything that all of us have accomplished to that great philanthropist and far-sighted Parsi Zarathushtri, late Meherwanji Mancherji Cama who built this Boarding School for the uplifting of the Athornan families! Many of us school graduates still remember late Meherwanji and his father Mancherji in all our Afringan Deebache even up to this day, a tribute of our gratitude to them!


  1. The alumni of the Institute form the bedrock of priests on this Continent, to name a few: among them are Ervads Kersey Antia, Kersey Bhedwar, Noshir Karanjia, Parvez Patel, Adi Unwalla, Peshotan Unwalla, Behram Panthaki, Dara Sinor, Kobad Jamshed (Andhyarujina), Tehmton Mirza, Jimmy Panthaky, and Soli Dastur
  2. This institute has produced three Dasturs: Dastur Navroze Minocher Homji, Dastur Feroze Kotwal, and Dastur Peshotan Hormazdyar Mirza.  Dastur Minocher Homji and Ervad Manecksha K Panthaki, the father of Ervad Behram and Ervad Gustad Panthaki were the first batch of 36 students enrolled in the institute in 1923 and Ervad Manecksha was the first Navar from this Institute on 2/11/1928.
  3. In addition there were two Mobeds from Iran, Dastur Firooz Azargoshasp and Dastur Rostam Shahzadi, who also received their training at the Cama Athornan Institute. They were sponsored by the Yazd Anjoman e Moobedan and the Bombay Irani Anjuman, under the leadership of the late Dinshaw Irani.  
  4. Now the MFCAI Ex-Students are trying to revive this Institute and they deserve all the help from our community worldwide! They used to hold 2 weeks Refresher Course on Religious Prayers, Rituals, History, etc. with Guest Speakers coming to speak. However, the Principal and the Trustees stopped them to hold these annual course for some flimsy reasons and the MFCAI is not involved in any Zarathushtri Programs.
  5. Now they are holding these courses at Cama Baug. We wish them all success, and help!
  6. And finally, I leave you all with that haunting echo in my ears of the last lines of our nightly “Khudaavind Khaavind Parvardegaar” Monajat: “Maneh Paasbaani maa taari suwaad, Bhalaa kaamo karvaa savaareh uthaad!” (Let me sleep under your watchful eye and wake me up in the morning to do good deeds (again)!”

May the Flame of Fellowship, Love, Charity, and Respect for all burn ever eternal in our hearts so we can do HIS work with humility, diligence, and eternal enthusiasm!


In HIS Service 24/7!

Atha Jamyaat, Yatha Aafrinaamahi! (May it be so as we wish!)


Love and Tandoorasti, Soli Dastur


MFCAI Photos

Z-Women’s Life Matter 2

Education is the most powerful we can use to change the world” Nelson Mandela

Leadership is not bullying & leadership is not aggression. Leadership is expectation that you can use your voice for good. Then you can make a better place Sheryl Sandberg


Fear has 2 meanings:Forget everything and run or face everything and Rise: The Choice is Yours.

To all Zoroastrian women:

Women were put

On this Earth

To even the balance

Of power

Giving woman

Extra ordinary strength

Not to fold or cower

If the `Souls

`In “Heaven or Hell”

Had electronic communication

They would be

In constant touch

Letting us know”

If there is

“Segregation” Racism”

“Discrimination” as well “Bigotry”

Amidst  the “Soul Community”`

“You may write me

Down in history

With your bitter

Twisted lies

You may tread

Me in the very dirt

But like the dust

I rise”

“You want me broken

Bowed head,& lowered eyes

Shoulders falling like tear drops

Weakened by your soulful cries”

“You may shoot me

With your words

You may cut me

With your eyes

You may kill me

With your hatefulness

But still like air

I Rise”

Choicest Happiness


PS adapted from the poem “I Rise” by Maya Angelou.







On Thurday the   22nd on BBC

There was a documentary

On Female Revolution\

In a way it certainly implies
Our very own women

Who are born as Zoroastrians

Vesuvius in Aug 24 79 AD

And in 1669 11th of March
Mount Etna on11th
Leveled the cities  of
Pompeii as well Catania

Will Zoroastrianism meet

Meet the same  fate

Blanketing Zoroastrianism
With  Racism Segregation

Discrimination & Bigotry

This beautiful Religion

Spear headed by Asho Zarathushtra

Tis the beautiful

Season of Spring

Windows have been

Flung open to let

Fresh air in

Drapes have been

Pull back so are the blinds

Please do not

Fence us in

Once the food
The fun music

Fades away

Are we going

To change our ways

Or go down

The same pathway?

Screw the religion

Even more

As though it has

Hasn’t been
Tried before

Do you all realize

There is no

Schedule to follow?

No confessions or

Attending lectures

Every Sunday ?

Nor dos or don’ts

Lead your life your way



I can almost hear

Asho Zarathushtra


” If you want to

Come into my life

The door is open

If you want to

Get out of my life

The door is open

Just one request”

Don’t stand in the door

You’re blocking the traffic”

Nobody seems to be

Doing anything about it

Since “they” are so full of it

Flanked by their “Cashew Corterie”

If only the funding for
Different projects came

To a halt

Would some of you do

The “Bunny Hop”?

Take the hand outs away

That’s the only way

They will sit up

And notice

We can make the

Our religion Zoroastrianism

Great Again!!

Choicest Happiness









With Divine help
Moses “Parted the Red Sea”

So also Nature
Will part the
Winter dark clouds

Give way to Spring

With white wooly clouds

As well blue skies

And the beautiful

Golden rays of
Phoebe shining through.

Nowrooz will come

Nowrooz will go

But the stupid ignorant

Mentality of some

Will never go

Adhering to some

Principles of

Total Purity

Since we are

Welcoming the

Season of Spring

It’s high time one
“Changed one’s sheets”


Please do not

Screw up our Religion

With the bigoted message

That Zoroastrianism

Is an Only for “Pure Zarathushtis

Cause its Pristine Message

Teaches Universality with

No strings attached

Kindly shed the mantle of

Racism Discrimination & Bigotry

If one wants to

Hang on

To this stupid  ideology

And roil & muddy  the religion

With Impure messages

Then Practice

It amongst yourselves

As for the rest of us

Unchain the shackles

That bind us

As we want to live

Live & Breathe FREE!!


Happy Nowrooz

Farida Bam


Years ago

There was a blood bath

Where we Zoroastrians were

Too victims of Ethnic Cleansing
Slaughtered & butchered  like goats.

Fast forward a few

Hundred years

Landed on the

Shores of Sanjan

Pleading with

Requesting Hindu king

For assylum

Who apparently

Was a true human

Did not believe in

Ethnic Cleansing!

He saved us from

A catastrophe

For Zoroastrians from

Being totally annihilated

But, alas we haven’t

Learn’t from past mistakes


Zoroastrian is a religion

Preaches  tolerance

Respect Dignity & Equality

Unfortunately there is still

Practice of systematic

Racism Discrimination

And Bigotry

In other words

Ethnic Cleansing!

Look around &

One will see

World wide

People are marching

In protest to demand

Freedom & Equality

So what are we

Doing about it?

Encouraging “Ethnic Cleansing”

It takes “Two to Tango”

As I have said

No one Owns the Religion”

So wake up & smell the roses

Before it’s too late

Please don’t encourage

“Ethnic Cleansing

If one is a True Zoroastrian

Choicest Happiness

Farida Bamji