Misunderstood
I speak on behalf of my people. We Parsis, have a serious axe to grind. (After disinfecting it first, of course.)
For some unfathomably strange reason, we’ve been falsely accused of being ‘eccentric’.
Sigh. The world couldn’t be more misinformed. We’re perfectly normal, thank you very much. We just like things to be very, very, very clean. And just because an average sized bottle of Dettol has practically become an honorary part of our anatomy, we’re labelled ‘bizarre’.
Sure we whip it out every so often and meticulously clean the seats in a long distance, moving train using Bisleri water. And sometimes even the people sitting on those seats. But come on, is it so unnatural to want to improve the world by cleaning it up first?
Oh, contrary to popular belief, we certainly do not sterilise plastic spoons in boiling water before throwing them away. Chuhh. We simply wipe it with a cotton swap lightly dipped in a combination of one part ammonia, two parts water.
All this nonsense about us suffering from bouts of obsessive compulsive disorders is truly laughable. What’s so obsessive about aligning all straight objects so that they are placed perpendicular or parallel to the next object in ascending or descending order? Doesn’t everybody?
Here’s another thing. We certainly are not over obsessed with our vehicles. Just because someone lovingly nicknames his 1988 Honda motorbike, ‘Russi’ is no cause for concern. Especially since his neighbour named her 1976 Fiat, ‘Lord Louis Carrington Bradford III’.
And just because ‘Russi’s’ birthday is celebrated with much pomp, and his ‘father’ tucks him into bed every night in their third floor living room after singing him a lullaby, it doesn’t make him ‘eccentric’ in anyway.
Also, the rumour that a certain Mrs Talati throws rose water at everybody who visits her, to avoid bad auras from entering her home, is definitely untrue. What actually happens is she waves an egg over their heads in counter clockwise motion. See, don’t you feel silly now?
Well, there you go. I think I’ve firmly established the notion that we’re just ordinary people like you. We just happen to have quaint little quirks that are quite endearing, really.
And if we weren’t around, who’d make you laugh, eh?
For some unfathomably strange reason, we’ve been falsely accused of being ‘eccentric’.
Sigh. The world couldn’t be more misinformed. We’re perfectly normal, thank you very much. We just like things to be very, very, very clean. And just because an average sized bottle of Dettol has practically become an honorary part of our anatomy, we’re labelled ‘bizarre’.
Sure we whip it out every so often and meticulously clean the seats in a long distance, moving train using Bisleri water. And sometimes even the people sitting on those seats. But come on, is it so unnatural to want to improve the world by cleaning it up first?
Oh, contrary to popular belief, we certainly do not sterilise plastic spoons in boiling water before throwing them away. Chuhh. We simply wipe it with a cotton swap lightly dipped in a combination of one part ammonia, two parts water.
All this nonsense about us suffering from bouts of obsessive compulsive disorders is truly laughable. What’s so obsessive about aligning all straight objects so that they are placed perpendicular or parallel to the next object in ascending or descending order? Doesn’t everybody?
Here’s another thing. We certainly are not over obsessed with our vehicles. Just because someone lovingly nicknames his 1988 Honda motorbike, ‘Russi’ is no cause for concern. Especially since his neighbour named her 1976 Fiat, ‘Lord Louis Carrington Bradford III’.
And just because ‘Russi’s’ birthday is celebrated with much pomp, and his ‘father’ tucks him into bed every night in their third floor living room after singing him a lullaby, it doesn’t make him ‘eccentric’ in anyway.
Also, the rumour that a certain Mrs Talati throws rose water at everybody who visits her, to avoid bad auras from entering her home, is definitely untrue. What actually happens is she waves an egg over their heads in counter clockwise motion. See, don’t you feel silly now?
Well, there you go. I think I’ve firmly established the notion that we’re just ordinary people like you. We just happen to have quaint little quirks that are quite endearing, really.
And if we weren’t around, who’d make you laugh, eh?
posted by Diana Kotwal at
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
6 Comments:
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Very true about parsis being misunderstood. They also make great writers. Which is why I check this blog EVERYDAY!
no wait there's still more to clean. Pichuk, pichuk.......wipe, wipe....ahh...now better.
Don't you clean your toothbrush with soap before brushing your teeth?
And then clean the soap with other home made detergents known only to parsis?
Right... you ARE normal. *wink wink*
Haaaaaaahaaaaaaa.
You actually wasssssssssh your brush with soap before brushing........haaaaaahaaaaaaaaa. Sorry its hilarious!!!!!! What more perfect acts do you do in this simple life. Tellme. :P
Of course, of course. I agree. You missed out on tomato-washing, though. My best friend had a parrot. Named Cawas, if you please. That's what you get for going to a Parsi school, even if you aren't one yourself. And then of course she has me. Insanity complete.
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