by Parsi Khabar | May 19, 2020 | Stories
My dad Vinci was initially named Boman before his mother Hilla, a highly romantic and fabulous eccentric decided that no ordinary Parsi name was good enough for her genius son who had to be named after another genius, albeit a few centuries apart – Leonardo. She...
by Parsi Khabar | May 6, 2020 | Stories
Feriyas is a colloquialism from Feriwalla, Gujarati for someone who takes a ‘Fero’, a round of some place. During the struggle for Indian Independence, people used to have Prabhat Feri, a small early morning procession that went around singing patriotic songs, raising...
by Parsi Khabar | May 1, 2020 | Stories
Disclaimer- This is not a Matrimonial Announcement. Nor am I giving any references to the famous 90s song by Peter Andre about a mysterious feminine personality. It was one of those days where I had enough time on my hands and rummaging through my late...
by Parsi Khabar | Aug 12, 2016 | Letters
Image: WIkimapia.org The below letter from 1966 is shared with us by Ms. Minnie Boga of Delhi. The letter was originally written by her grand uncle Ardeshir C. M. Cursetjee and grand aunt Behroze J. M. Cursetjee when the Bombay Municipal Commission had proposed to...
by Parsi Khabar | Jul 29, 2016 | Video
Ambassador Jamsheed Marker was one of the most illustrious Parsis of Pakistan. In a career spanning decades, he became one of the greatest diplomats the world has ever known. He was always proud of his Parsi roots and upbringing and of the country he came from and...
by Parsi Khabar | Jul 29, 2016 | Stories
Married at an early age, she came to live with her husband in Bombay from Surat. She was a worthy partner. She bore him 6 children, brought them up, married and settled them. Gulbai was now the matriarch not only of her family but our entire building. From time to...
by Parsi Khabar | Sep 8, 2015 | Stories
Sleep had eluded me the night before due to sheer excitement, but a light tap and I was wide awake. The summer vacation had begun. Today, we were going to Nargol, my Mum’s native village. This was a yearly ritual and my two brothers and I looked forward to this...
