Tanaz Kerawala

RUSTAM-FARAMNA of AGIYARI at PARSI COLONY, DADAR, B'bay. Rustam, was a poor youth, who had lost his father, when he was very young, and was staying with his ailing mother, in Pandey Chawl, at Karelwadi, Thakurwad, Mumbai. Due to poverty he was not properly educated. He was dark skinned, thin and very tall, and had a very shrill voice. Finding employment was a problem for him, due to all his drawbacks. Ultimately, he approached one Dadi,Thoothi, who had formed a drama company to stage dramas, to employ him as an actor. During that period, cinemas showing silent films had not yet entered Mumbai, hence, staged dramas were the attractions for entertainment. During those days, female roles on stage were performed by male actors. Due to his shrill voice, he was suitable for female roles, but his tall stature was a handicap. Nevertheless, as his luck would have it, this handicap turned out to be an asset for the drama company, because the audience automatically started laughing and clap...

hello to one and all I m writing after a long time since I was in training I didn't get ne time...but now after training I got no job to do so thought shall rite some things.................abt my new job n how it all happ. well to begin with I was too dam confused what to do should I go for MCA or do this job had seriously left it all to God............not told neone had decided whatever comes first I shall take that up. And ......so here I come to pune for the job when I got the offer letter from coll it was written Mumbai and dam we were so happy later we tried calling that swapnil shukla so many times and he was such a **** person didn't know what to ans so later the contact person mentioned we went to see her in the chandivali office and God we get a shock of our lives there she tells us to report to pune on 29th June 2007. and in this all confusion I came to pune to inquire wt to do since we didn't have ne idea I met ms. Jodhwani(who took our interview) here she wa...

LIFE IN A PARSI COLONY Forget 'Life in a Metro'. 'Life in a Parsi Colony' should be made into a movie! In Mumbai, you will unarguably find the largest concentration of Parsis in the community's many 'baugs', or exclusive residential areas where despite the illusionary calm there is, very often, simmering strife, racy rumours are perennially rife, and there is many a shrieking wife… Parsi women of a certain vintage are blessed with a booming voice box that often entertains an entire block with its blasting blah-blah, and it is not unusual for family quibbles and complaints to be broadcast aloud - not so much by design as by default because, 'dikra', what do you do when manic 'mumma' loses volume control? Then, in the 'baugs', you also have any number of aunties in their nightgowns, regally rechristened as 'gowns', and worn throughout the day, often even on errands in and around the baug, expanding their ample lungs and expendin...

You know you're Parsi when... -Your mom wakes you up extra early on the first day of school/your parsi birthday so that she can do tili and sagaan. You go to school and your friends ask you why the hell you have rice in your hair. -You compulsively drink tea at all hours of the day[in India you wake up your servants at 3 am and tell them to make you tea] -You stress out over the most ridiculous things. -You know the precise definition of ben chod and madder chod and you teach them to your friends. -You're off the marriage market if you get too tan. -However, if you're fair enough, it doesn't matter what you look like or how smart you are, you'll get a decent spouse. -You know at least 3 ways to use oil. Only 2 of which include cooking. -You've had to drink cow piss at least once in your life. -You've bathed in milk and rose petals at least once in your life. -You've had to change your clothes in front of 400 people, while your mom and the rest of the wom...

Once upon a time a daughter complained to her father that her life was miserable and that she didn't know how she was going to make it. She was tired of fighting and struggling all the time. It seemed just as one problem was solved, another one soon followed. Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Once the three pots began to boil, he placed potatoes in one pot, eggs in the second pot and ground coffee beans in the third pot. He then let them sit and boil, without saying a word to his daughter. The daughter, moaned and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing. After twenty minutes he turned off the burners. He took the potatoes out of the pot and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. He then ladled the coffee out and placed it in a cup. Turning to her, he asked. "Daughter, what do you see?" "Potatoes, eggs, and coffee," she hastily replied. "Look ...

So finally even the last semester got over !!! wht can i say three years of full fun n masti all over!! but one gud thing we hav the best memories ever and even when i rite some of them here i am sure each one has a new tale to tell u each one has his own view and may be i may nt remm and put down all wht i feel as i am sure there is much more than jus the things i rite so lets nt waste time and let me begin coll starts i am yet nt sure wht to do enng or bsc . going to coll meeting new ppl having fun first person i talked to was kavita then we start regular coll everyday some new faces everyday some friends leaving n going still enjoying we meet our seniors they hav kept a freshers party for us plead us to come we as freshers r scared so reluctant didnt know wht fun we missing jus a few ppl of abt 15 said yes party was arranged , i had nt been there but i still remm tht day when party was arranged we had no lecs so all of us started to play dum sharas in class nt jus 4-5 but a lot of 2...

So its been a year since i had visited Goa and my visit to Goa was nt expected at all i had nt paid money when i had to since my dad was nt well later his operation was done quickly so then i could go to Goa (the much awaited trip) but our mam Sudha mam told us NO (A Big One) ,Yet Each one kept trying (so sweet of them ;)),still the ans was a no.. Now u must be wondering then tht how did i go??Let me tell u I was to give my friends a surprise by going to the station .Since last year itself i had been there they wanted some hats and uno to play so i was carrying it. So when i went there instead of me surprising them they gave me a big surprise :)) sir told me there is two ppl who wont be comming and instead of tht i could come (only on one seat haan). So these ppl told me to run and within half an hour i had to go back home n come back with my bag like some marathon run.These ppl delayed the train for me by 10 mins ,these ppl were pakuing the guard so finally i reached and train starte...