Tanaz Kerawala

WHAT DO YOU CALL A PARSEE....? Bootlegger? ..... Daruwalla Who is dumb? .... Mooga Those who believe they are Civil Servants? .... Sarkari Who sells branded booze? .... Jinwalla Who is into Astrology? .... Tara Chand \ The best person to repair machines? ... ENGINEER. Who tinkers with a short fuse? .... Tester Who doesn't like rice? .... Naanwalla Those don't like being called Parsis? ... Malloo Who think they are cattle owners? ... Bhes sania A Patriotic Indian Parsi? .... Gandhi One who likes to scare kids' everyday? .... De boo (The Boo) Who is brave? .... Bahadur A religious Parsi? ... Dastur Who believe they are the custodians of Agiyaris? .... Kathiwalla Those that want to be Grocers? .... Kaandawalla A watch repairer? .... Ghadialy Who has a chance at the Guinness Book of World Records? .... SodaWaterBottleOpenerwalla. Who Lives in a castle? .... Killawala A parsi chauffeur? .... ...

A common question from our youngsters today....... Why do we read the Khordeh Avesta even though we don't understand anything?This is beautiful story - if inspired please forward, else keep it .......can'tsay when it might inspire you! An old Priest lived on a farm in the mountains with his young grandson.Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table readinghis Khordeh Avesta. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could.One day the grandson asked, 'Grandpa! I try to read the Khordeh Avesta just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget assoon as I close the book. What good does reading the Khordeh Avesta do?' The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied, 'Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back abasket of water.'The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house. The grandfather laughed a...

LONG LIVE THE PARSIS ! 'Dying ? Who's dying ?' he asked, outraged. 'I'm not. And I have extensions of myself - two sons and one daughter. So have you. Dying ? What are you talking about ?' But Fali, we are dying', I tried to explain. 'Read this article :'The death rates are higher than birth rates. What can you say to that ?' Fali belongs to the old, 'never-say-die' brigade. There was no way I could convince him about the gravity of the situation. 'The whole world worries about us; most of our customs and rituals are being documented for preservation.' I pressed on. 'What preservation ? Fali growled. 'I am here, jivto jagto ! Are you scared, or what, by what these idiots are saying ? Heh, heh, heh', he chortled. 'Nothing can wipe us out !' Fali put the thing in perfect perspective. 'I don't believe these rubbishy statistics. If the Lord intended to die out, our little boat would have been gulped down by...

Life's Little Instruction Book :-) Have a firm handshake. Look people in the eye. Sing in the shower. Own a great stereo system. If in a fight, hit first and hit hard. Keep secrets. Never give up on anybody. Miracles happen everyday. Always accept an outstretched hand. Be brave. Even if you're not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference. Whistle. Avoid sarcastic remarks. Choose your life's mate carefully. From this one decision will come 90 per cent of all your happiness or misery. Make it a habit to do nice things for people who will never find out. Lend only those books you never care to see again. Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all that they have. When playing games with children, let them win. Give people a second chance, but not a third. Be romantic. Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know. Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life-and-death matters, nothing is as important as it first seems. Don't allow the phone to interrupt impo...

Father and Son The Navjote Family The Family My Nani(Mamaiji) My Uncle(Kaka) And Aunty(Mausi) Me in this pic................ My Family

First, we survived being born to mothers, some, whose husbands smoked and /or drank while they carried us. They took aspirin, ate whatever food was put on the table, and didn't get tested for diabetes. They were mothers who did not check their blood pressure every few minutes. Then after that trauma, our baby cribs and bassinets were covered with bright colored lead-based paints. We were put in prams and sent out with ayahs to meet other children with ayahs, whilst our parents were busy. We cried, were picked up and cuddled by the ayahs and were quiet again. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking or going out on our own. As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or airbags. We sat on each other's laps for God's sake. Riding in the back of a station wagon on a warm day was always a special treat. We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a...

Today, I finally decided to wait for her outside the office. I’ve been preparing myself for this scene for ages but never could bring myself to say it all cut and dry at her face. But, TODAY was THE DAY. When she came near me, I asked her to get on the bike with me. As usual she tried her best not to. She was always afraid of bikes. I knew that. Still I wanted her to give her a ride – that was the first thing in the plan I had for today. At last, I won the war of words and she got beside me. I could feel her tension whenever a turn or a speedbreaker came. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling when she clutched my shoulder whenever I overtook another vehicle. The next surprise for her was when we reached our destination. It was my favorite trekking place, not very far from town. As I expected, she didn’t want to climb down the small hill with me to the place I wanted to take her. Again, she had to agree. She was holding my hand too tight and was also shivering when I lead the way downhil...