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Hilarious Parsi Surnames

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
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 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? .... Driver
Who has aspirations of flying/sailing? .... Captain
A corrupt politician? .... Kaalaa Gandhi
Grave Digger? .... Ghorkhodu
Who doesn't give a damn about anything? .... Goli Mar
A Parsi labourer? .... Contractor
Who love dry fruits? .... Mevawalla
Who always likes to wave Bye-Bye? .... Ta-ta
Who thinks he is aristocratic? .... Noble
The teachers of the community? .... Master >

Who thinks bananas to be a source of potassium? .... Kerawalla
Who loves to cook? .... Masalawalla
Who is a Wheeler Dealer? .... Dalal
Those who think they have a military background..... Marshall
Who loves plenty of cats? .... Billi Moria
Who agrees with everybody? .... Jee Jee Bhoy
What do you call a nalli daru ni batli? .... Nalladaru >

Who is eccentric? .... Mad on
Who has gas problems? .... Ka Padia
Who runs around in sheep's clothing? .... Un Walla
A Small Parsi businessman? .... Nallaseth
A Parsi slumlord? .... Bhiwandi Walla
Who loves having a Sweet tooth? .... Gol Walla
Who is a fireman? .... Bambawalla
A skinny Parsi? .... Dandiwalla
Who thinks the cafeteria is his second home? .... Canteenwalla
A Parsi lawyer? .... Vakil
One who's imported from Italy? .... Italia
Who goes around pressing everything? .... Daboo
Who can reproduce at will? .... Ichha-poria
A Parsi Shikari? .... Wagmaroo

African Parsi? .... Zanzibarwala

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