We are who we are because of our Forefathers- 2

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REPLY ADDRESS BY MR. DINSHAW B AVARI ON THE OCCASION TO COMMEMORATE HIS 85th BIRTHDAY on NOV 5, 1987-

I want to tell you that I was very ambitious and hard-working and I used to go down to an  Irani  Restaurant after office hours, sit at a table and would call the people in the room to come and have Tea and biscuits with me (at my cost of course). Remember that the charges for this was One Anna per person. Round about 10 persons used to join me every day and I used to give them a lecture on the advantages of Life Insurance. Do you know that, by my offering them tea and Biscuits and giving them lectures, seven persons out ten would agree to insure their lives with me and the very next day, I used to take them to Doctor Adi Kohiyar, the leading physician of Bombay in the early morning at 7.00 a.m. for Life Assurance Examination. This tactic of mine resulted in generating the largest amount of Life Assurance sold in any one month, in the whole of Bombay Presidency among the entire field of Life Assurance workers of Bombay.

I never knew the cumulative effect of 30 days work but one fine morning in 1929 Mr. H. Chamberlain, the Manager of the Bombay Branch, came to my Department and asked me to go to Sir Phiroz Sethna.  Sir Sethna was a terror in the office because he would not talk but roar. My body started trembling while I kept standing outside the room of Sir Phiroz Sethna.

Sir Phiroz Sethna called me in and told me that Mr. Chamberlain wanted me to be in the field work as an Insurance Agent. I refused to accept because at that time, I was getting a Commission Income of Rs. 500/- per month plus a salary of Rs 150/- per month with the status of being the Chief Accountant. Sir Phiroz Sethna told me ‘I am increasing your salary to Rs. 500/- per month’. I immediately jumped at it and said, ‘I am prepared to go anywhere in the whole of India’. He gave me three options. Either to be the Unit Manager at Ahmadabad or Nagpur or Karachi.              

I promptly accepted Karachi!

(to be contd.)

(previous post- https://dinshawavari.com/2020/01/17/we-are-who-we-are-because-of-our-forefathers/)

The Romance of Valentines … 27 years on!

February 14, 2020

I surprised my future wife with a romantic(?) Valentine’s dinner the year we were dating; and then for the next few years after our marriage.

…and just as suddenly those romantic dinners stopped J, not for want of trying  … I just “forgot”!

There is no religious significance of Valentines Day to the general public in Pakistan.  However, we all like to celebrate it as a means of entertainment.

Valentine’s occasion brings activity to Pakistan’s society in general.  It’s a means of entertainment- besides eating and drinking, there’s not much more one can do in a large city like Karachi.

I’ve found that occasions like Valentine’s increases market activity; there’s a positive vibe in the City; employment and commerce is generated by eating places.  Besides this, roadside sellers of flowers have a boon.  Patisserie orders increase (…so does your waist line!).

Pakistanis are not celebrating any religious angle with Valentines.  It’s purely an emotional outlet … a release for us.

Hotels go full; restaurants go full; the City buzzes; and people enjoy “just another evening” in the guise of “Valentine’s Day”.

So, get out, take your spouse out tonight … enjoy the lights of Karachi and whatever palate suits you’ll.

                … I’m surprising my wife with a romantic dinner for two at a Bhatiar Khana (roadside diner) J … either I’ll see you’ll tomorrow or, like the title picture, I’ll be in the hospital.

                                    HAPPY VALENTINES !

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“Fun with Parsi Surnames – Cyrus Broacha” 🤣😆🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

February 11, 2020

Our family are Parsi Zoroastrians, a minority so minuscule that we are almost an “endangered” species in our own right 🤣!

Recently I came across an hilarious post purportedly by Cyrus Broacha, a famous TV Personality, Comedian and … Parsi.

So, for a little mid-week humour, let me quote verbatim what I read –

QUOTE

“While most surnames in India reflect caste and lineage, the Parsis had a delightfully modern streak — having landed from Persia without caste, history or context, they created name identities through professions and names of places (cities and streets).

Our family moved to Bombay (now Mumbai) from Rawalpindi during the partition in 1947. We came as refugees, but the family soon settled down and by 1953 my father had started playing golf at the Willingdon Club. I was eight years old and would walk 18 holes with him every Saturday and Sunday.

The three Parsi gentlemen, who made up his regular four-some were uncles Poonawala, Coorlawala and Colabawala. Very soon they had rechristened my father Mr Pindiwala (from Rawalpindi – get it!).

Uncle Colabawala did not live in Colaba, but in a house on Malabar Hill. Maybe his ancestors had lived in Colaba.

I used to spend hours searching the telephone directory to find Parsi surnames and stories around their families.

There was prohibition in Bombay in those days. So to get liquor, you had to find Mr Dalal, who would introduce you to Mr Daruwala, who in turn would get bottles delivered to your home by Mr Batliwala (bottle person), who would be accompanied by Mr Sodawaterbottleopenerwalla (the longest Parsi surname I have come across).

Other surnames, whose ancestors were in the beverages trade, were: Mr Fountainwala, Mr Ginwala, Mr Rumwala and Mr Tonicwala.

We used to have two delightful Siamese kittens in our flat and these were gifted to my mother by her friend Mrs Billimoria. My mother spent hours knitting tiny cardigans for them, with wool she bought from the Unwala family.

My uncle ran the air force canteen in Cotton Green and his partner, yes, you guessed it, was Mr Canteenwala. They had this fantastic cook, Mr Bhajiwala

Their mild and meek manager, Mr Jeejeebhoy (Jee – jee bhai)  nodded his head and agreed with everything everybody said.

My grandfather was the Sheriff of Bombay. Being Sheriff, it was only natural that he had Mr Bandookwala and Mr Golimar as his constant companions.

My grandfather had many Parsi friends, who were in politics. There was this squeaky clean khadi-clad Mr Ghandy, and the not so clean Mr Gandabhoy — who was invariably being hounded by Mr Kotwal. But he never left home without his friends Mr Barrister, Mr Vakil, Mr Lawyer and their Munshi, Mr Mehnty.

My grandfather built Hotel Waldorf on Arthur Bunder Road in Colaba. So for this, he naturally used the services of Mr Contractor and Mr Mistry. Yet… he never went to the conservative moneylenders when he was short of money, but borrowed it from his Parsi friend, Mr Readymoney.

Our neighbour and family physician was Dr Adi Doctor. He lived with his in-laws, Mr and Mrs Pochkhanawala. My sister swears they ate only poached eggs for breakfast.

I remember going to Dr Adi Doctor’s sister’s wedding. She is married to one Mr Screwwala.

No. He is not a carpenter or a mechanic, so I dare not guess what he does for a living!

Cyrus Broacha Comedywala”

UNQUOTE

Thank you, Cyrus, for the laugh 😊!

(https://www.whosdatedwho.com/dating/cyrus-broacha)

THE BIG BANG THEORY

January 30, 2020

This must be one of the most hilarious sitcoms I’ve ever seen!  After an hectic day, my wife and I watch episodes from Big Bang and your laugh comes from deep within you … but you ‘gotta’ have that sense of humour 😊 !

Each of these genius NERDS have their own idiosyncrasies, moods, humour, gall and idiocy… and, oh yes, let’s not forget their FASHION sense…

… but they are the fastest of friends…yet would kill each other [figuratively] when given a chance!

… they enjoy each other’s company.

(Photo credit- https://images.app.goo.gl/7a5UaSuSEyvTUjsG8)

… they enjoy their own mind games and their idiosyncratic humor.

… they live in their own little world.

… and, yeah, they enjoy their comic bookstore, collector-edition comics and Comicons!

So, what does this gut-spilling, hilarious comedy tell me – One can be a nerd and yet have friends from within that social group.  They don’t hide that they dislike confrontation.

They are not trying to fit in.  As far as they are concerned, their world revolves around their room and mutual activities.

This reminds me of my July 2019 post https://dinshawavari.com/2019/07/12/keep-up-with-the-joneses/

In our world, we try to fit in; we want everyone to like us; we have to live upto the expectations of our society.

… BUT DO WE REALLY HAVE TO?

Like the Big Bang characters, can we not be happy with ourselves and who we are, instead of what we should be or look like in the eyes of society?

Leonard, Sheldon, Rajesh & Howard were marginalized growing up but found their own social & work group and don’t feel compelled to follow society’s lifestyle or rules.

Isn’t that a more peaceful & contented way to live … not “keeping up with the Joneses”.

Cleaning My City, Not a Big Deal

How very true. I coincidentally write a similar point
https://dinshawavari.wordpress.com/2019/08/30/ohthe-clean-clean-not-streets-of-karachi/?theme_preview=true&iframe=true&frame-nonce=c7e0e83d8d&calypso_token=542ab6a5-edad-42bc-b54f-0e878dabd3eb#

To clean is not an issue, you are absolutely correct…what is needed is simply… THE WILL!

Good Old Karachi

Cleaning my city, not a big deal!

By Menin Rodrigues

CleanKarachiMenin

September 10, 2019 – Federal committees, provincial governments, the municipal
corporation, the mayor’s antics – are all cock and bull stories! Karachi, my beleaguered
city does not need any of these lofty imaginary protocols, loud-talking groups and
photo-hungry people who don’t really understand Karachi, period.
Why? Because none, presumably, have any affinity with, and ownership or awareness of
this once secular, beautiful and peaceful city! Its economic muscle, access to air-
sea and land routes, geo-political physical features, ethnic and cultural
diversity, historical landmarks and architecture, endless kilometers of
sandy beaches, wide thoroughfares, sprawling parks, huge stormwater
drains and a traffic quagmire, are its hallmarks!
To say that each of these traits of Karachi has been destroyed and abused, relegating the
city to its lowest ebb, would have said the least. Citizens are now at the mercy of a
messiah.

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Half Century Old Small Businesses in Karachi

Great article

Good Old Karachi

By 
Amin H. Karim

In this article we will present small family owned businesses in Karachi that have survived the changes of Karachi. It will be work in progress as we add more businesses that are discovered by the members of the Karachi Past and Present forum on FaceBook.
Karachiites remember many a small business that did an excellent job in their field. It is a personal observation that many family owned businesses in Karachi came to an end for one of the three reasons: (1) competition from large corporations as happens in many parts of the world (2) family disintegration due to one reason or another (3) and most importantly, I think, emigration of children to other countries a direct result of unfortunate violence in the city but also children simply not returning once they were prospering in other countries. There may be other reasons as well.
Here are some…

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The Hotel World of Karachi of 1980s

Good Old Karachi

THE HOTELIERING YEARS OF MY LIFE (1982-1994)
You are actually in a world of your own!
By Menin Rodrigues (April 1994)

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Keeping in view the economic gains envisaged for Pakistan as she nears the twenty-first
century, there is no doubt in my mind that the hotel industry here, if conditions favor, is
going to grow two-fold in the next decade or so.

 Just recently, I bid goodbye to my hotels’ career and decided to divulge into a broader
spectrum of the marketing and communications sphere. For the last twelve years, I have
had the unique opportunity of working with the management teams of four of the best
known luxury hotel chains of Pakistan. There have been no regrets. Employment in the hotel industry is just as exciting and rewarding, in many respects better, than working for any other large organization. In hotels there are so many precious moments to cherish – as one…

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