The Parsis of Mumbai
Humble followers of Lord Zarathustra.
Since childhood I have had a great relationship with them my friends were Parsis and I loved their food..
Dhansak was my favorite.
And I never missed a Parsi wedding loved their fish na patra..
The building I stayed in during our early days at Wodehouse road Colaba Khatau Building belonged to Parsis.
My best friend was Keith Kanga he was Parsi mix his father was a Parsi Mr Dosabhai Kanga mother was a beautiful lady Gwendolyn a foreigner.
Both parents died when he was young and his custody went to his maternal grandmother a rabid Jehovah's witness we called Granna.
Parsi girls in college would get attracted to me thinking I was a Parsi but the moment they came to know I was a Muslim they dropped me like a hot potato.
Woman in the early 50 s and 60 s were scared to get involved with Muslims as they married so many times.
But those years were great there was not much hate and in Bombay as it was called people lived peacefully.
But what really is a point to note at Wodehouse road where we stayed we were close to the Parsi Pandya sanatorium.
And later when we moved to Colaba Strand cinema we were again close to Cusrow Bagh.
Here at Bandra it was my close friendship with late Mr Vazifdar high priest of Tata Agiary who died of a liver ailment.
So Parsis are a beautiful race I love these people.. They stay away from religious controversies and live their lives with their neighbors harmoniously.
I have documented the Parsi ethos at my Flickr timeline.
My parents taught us to respect all faith religion and on Eid people from every religion came home to wish us and to taste my moms Lucknowi Dum Biryani and Sheer Korma.
I owe all my humanity to Mumbai.. And my parents teachers friends they made us what we were.
But we never forgot that our migrant parents began their journey in the fetid slums of Kurla.
All my brothers sisters are well settled and live the life we were taught to live.
So a picture can unfold a treasure full of stories.
I can never never imagine even for a second to live in any other city than Mumbai.
I had many opportunities to settle abroad but I gave my heart soul to India.
Mee Mumbaikar
Jai Maharashtra
The Parsis of Mumbai
Humble followers of Lord Zarathustra.
Since childhood I have had a great relationship with them my friends were Parsis and I loved their food..
Dhansak was my favorite.
And I never missed a Parsi wedding loved their fish na patra..
The building I stayed in during our early days at Wodehouse road Colaba Khatau Building belonged to Parsis.
My best friend was Keith Kanga he was Parsi mix his father was a Parsi Mr Dosabhai Kanga mother was a beautiful lady Gwendolyn a foreigner.
Both parents died when he was young and his custody went to his maternal grandmother a rabid Jehovah's witness we called Granna.
Parsi girls in college would get attracted to me thinking I was a Parsi but the moment they came to know I was a Muslim they dropped me like a hot potato.
Woman in the early 50 s and 60 s were scared to get involved with Muslims as they married so many times.
But those years were great there was not much hate and in Bombay as it was called people lived peacefully.
But what really is a point to note at Wodehouse road where we stayed we were close to the Parsi Pandya sanatorium.
And later when we moved to Colaba Strand cinema we were again close to Cusrow Bagh.
Here at Bandra it was my close friendship with late Mr Vazifdar high priest of Tata Agiary who died of a liver ailment.
So Parsis are a beautiful race I love these people.. They stay away from religious controversies and live their lives with their neighbors harmoniously.
I have documented the Parsi ethos at my Flickr timeline.
My parents taught us to respect all faith religion and on Eid people from every religion came home to wish us and to taste my moms Lucknowi Dum Biryani and Sheer Korma.
I owe all my humanity to Mumbai.. And my parents teachers friends they made us what we were.
But we never forgot that our migrant parents began their journey in the fetid slums of Kurla.
All my brothers sisters are well settled and live the life we were taught to live.
So a picture can unfold a treasure full of stories.
I can never never imagine even for a second to live in any other city than Mumbai.
I had many opportunities to settle abroad but I gave my heart soul to India.
Mee Mumbaikar
Jai Maharashtra