Baug Standard: The “Majja ni Life” Residents of Every Parsi Colony


Baug Standard: The “Majja ni Life” Residents of Every Parsi Colony

Illustration: Ahmed Sikander


ou don’t choose the Baug Life – it chooses you. Just ask Vidhi, my cousin sister who broke the news to our family that she intended to marry her jolly, sports-bike-loving boyfriend of seven years. My family, especially the young ’uns, were elated. Neville was a hoot to be around and every time we met him, he made our stomachs hurt with his travel anecdotes. He loved cars, body-building, and his crooked smile was only rivalled by his slightly crooked nose. Neville had an inherent likeability that few other guys could boast of. As you might have guessed, Neville is Parsi.

But even in our nationally integrated Gujarati family which consists of my Maharashtrian mother, a Punjabi bhabhi, and a Bong brother-in-law, Parsis still remained a fascinating anomaly. I recall hearing an aunt murmur at their wedding reception, “Arré how will she adjust to life in a Parsi colony? In the midst of all that drinking, abusing and crazy bawa quirks?” Her husband chimed in with, “Plus, I hear they are a very close-knitted community. Don’t allow outsiders in the agyari. And offer perks to marry within the gene pool.”