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...