A Parsi Lady: Poem by Siloo Kapadia

Below is a poem by long time reader of Parsi Khabar, Siloo Kapadia.

A Parsi Lady

By Siloo Kapadia

I’m rolling my chapatti
And I’m swinging my hips
And from my rose water
I’m taking a sip

The smell of fresh dhansakh
Permeates the air
Deekras, I’m a Parsi
And I haven’t a care!

I am a Parsi lady
I am a Parsi gal
Forever eating chawal
Forever eating dal!

In the morning I get up and I do my
Kusti
Saying my prayers that never get
Rusty

And I put on my devoo
And I burn my sandalwood
I’d even go to agiari
Everyday if I could!

The smell of agarbatti floats
All over my flat
I breathe it deeply in
And I forget that I’m fat

I am a Parsi lady
I am a Parsi gal
Forever eating chawal
Forever eating dal!

The saris that I have
Not one, not two, but many!
Some with gara
Oh they cost a pretty penny!

But it really don’t matter
And I really don’t care
When I go out
I plan to go with some flare!

I am a Parsi lady
I am a Parsi chick
But don’t ever cross me, baby
Or you’ll get a Parsi kick!

We Parsis are good people
At least most of us
We love and give and teach
Without making much fuss

We have built and taught and served
We have cured and healed and heard
When people praise us
With their blessings and their words

Oh, not all of us are good
Some of us are evil
Siding with the British
Like as if to fight we were too feeble

But not all were like that
Thankfully only a few
Those that think we’re Western
Please just get a clue!

I am a Parsi lady
I am a Parsi gal
Forever eating chawal
Forever eating dal!

Some people say we’re Persian
Some people say we’re white
Some people say we’re Asian
And they ALL want to fight

I say that we are Parsi
Forget about the races
We are the result of many
Just look at all our faces

Some of us look Persian
Some of us look Thai
Some of us look Gujrati
No, I am not high!

This is the truth
This is the reality
Squabbling over nonsense
Shows low mentality

I say that we are Parsi
Be we fat or be we thin
I say that we are Parsi
And so we’re all like kin!

I am a Parsi lady
I am a Parsi gal
Forever eating chawal
Forever eating dal!

Chalking up my doorway
At the start of the day
Makes me feel something special
May really come my may!

Too bad some of our young men
Just have plain no ambition
Easy jobs at Jet Airways
To do else hurts their inhibition

And our younger women
All bright and smart and rich
Too bad as dating partners they are
Really the bitch!

And some crazies just don’t want to
Let others into the fold
They think that our “specialness”
Will simply gather mold.

Is it any wonder that
That with this great divide
Our numbers are dwindling?
Yet some take this all in stride!

I am a Parsi lady
I am a Parsi gal
Forever saying “deekra”
Forever playing with my bal!

Getting ready for Patatee
What to wear?
Hell, no nose rings!
That’s just too much to bear

No head scarves for sure!
No veils over the face
Try to put one on me and
I’ll hit you with my mace

We Parsi women are progressive
We Parsi women are hip
Listen to what I’m saying
This is really no fib!

I am a Parsi lady
I am a Parsi gal
Forever staying stylish
Forever playing with my bal!

Sometimes I wear a chotla
Sometimes my hair is straight
Sometimes it’s in a tight bun
None of it do I hate

Those who say that we are
Forbidden to spread the joy
Stating blood lines as a reason
Using religion as a toy

But I say God’s love and message
Are for all who want to listen
But some have hidden agendas
And some personal financial missions

I am a Parsi lady
I am a Parsi gal
Don’t mess with me deekra
Don’t lie to me, pal!

Some want to spread their gupsup
Some want to spread their ca-ca
They think we’ll all stay quiet
That we won’t mind it, bacha!

But let me tell you bacha
Just let me tell you dear
Of your ranting and your raving
No more will anyone fear!

The days of your corruption
The days of your inspired blight
The days when your say was final
The days of all your might

Are coming to a close
Are coming to an end
No more will we backwards
Turn around and bend!

The money that you clench
And use at your discretion
Those days are going to end
With a few more voting sessions!

I am a Parsi lady
I am a Parsi gal
Don’t mess with me deekra
Or I will say KAPPAL!

It’s time for me to close
This, my little ditty
And go back to my chair where I’ll be
Sitting quite pretty

But Siloo will be back
Stronger than ever
My skin might be soft
But I’m tougher than leather

I am a Parsi lady
I am a Parsi gal
Forever eating chawal
Forever eating dal!

Again!

I am a Parsi lady
I am a Parsi gal
Forever eating my chawal
Forever eating my dal!

  • me

    Very nice….but a bit too lengthy

  • me

    Very nice….but a bit too lengthy

  • Bomi Sidhwa

    Siloo wearing kusti, Siloo going to Agyari? This is typically Siloo nu ca – ca.
    Siloo wants to let others into the fold, becuase Siloo’s screw is becoming dhiloo.
    We dont know whether Siloo is Persin, Asian or Russian,
    But we will give silly Siloo a kick on her butt without anyone’s permission
    Siloo is forever eating chawal and dal, which is why she is no longer a Bawi maal.
    Siloo is eager to make a fool of herself, so she posted her ca – ca on Parsi Khabar

  • Bomi Sidhwa

    Siloo wearing kusti, Siloo going to Agyari? This is typically Siloo nu ca – ca.
    Siloo wants to let others into the fold, becuase Siloo’s screw is becoming dhiloo.
    We dont know whether Siloo is Persin, Asian or Russian,
    But we will give silly Siloo a kick on her butt without anyone’s permission
    Siloo is forever eating chawal and dal, which is why she is no longer a Bawi maal.
    Siloo is eager to make a fool of herself, so she posted her ca – ca on Parsi Khabar

  • Cyrus

    Dear Arzan Wadia,

    May I know from where you have read this poem? Or you know something about the Sillu Kapadia? Pls. Reply.
    I want to know about poetess.

  • Cyrus

    Dear Arzan Wadia,

    May I know from where you have read this poem? Or you know something about the Sillu Kapadia? Pls. Reply.
    I want to know about poetess.

  • Cyrus….SIloo Kapadia is the lady who penned this poem. She forwarded it to the website to be published online here.

    If you wish to reach her, leave your email in the comments below and she will get back to you.

    Thanks

  • Cyrus….SIloo Kapadia is the lady who penned this poem. She forwarded it to the website to be published online here.

    If you wish to reach her, leave your email in the comments below and she will get back to you.

    Thanks

  • Bomi
    Sidhwa, you were made in haste

    So
    Bomi Sidhwa, you’re a waste of space

    Bomi
    Sidhwa, you think you know it all

    But
    Bomi Sidhwa, you have got a gall

    Cos
    Bomi Sidhwa, when it comes to religion

    Bomi
    Sidhwa, you have dereliction

    Bomi
    Sidhwa, our religion you’ll let die

    And when that happens, Bomi,
    you’ll laugh and not sigh

    For, Bomi Sidhwa, what is it all to you?

    Pretending
    you’re righteous, sipping cow-piss brew

    Religion
    to you is only one big club

    Where you can booze away and
    gobble some grub

    But Bomi Sidhwa, let me tell you this

    Change is happening,
    although I know you’ll hiss

    You see, Bomi Sidhwa, these are your sunset years

    And
    trembling away, you should be in fear

    But
    NO!, Bomi Sidhwa, you’re an arrogant lot

    And
    with nose held high you will always still spread your rot

  • Bomi
    Sidhwa, you were made in haste

    So
    Bomi Sidhwa, you’re a waste of space

    Bomi
    Sidhwa, you think you know it all

    But
    Bomi Sidhwa, you have got a gall

    Cos
    Bomi Sidhwa, when it comes to religion

    Bomi
    Sidhwa, you have dereliction

    Bomi
    Sidhwa, our religion you’ll let die

    And when that happens, Bomi,
    you’ll laugh and not sigh

    For, Bomi Sidhwa, what is it all to you?

    Pretending
    you’re righteous, sipping cow-piss brew

    Religion
    to you is only one big club

    Where you can booze away and
    gobble some grub

    But Bomi Sidhwa, let me tell you this

    Change is happening,
    although I know you’ll hiss

    You see, Bomi Sidhwa, these are your sunset years

    And
    trembling away, you should be in fear

    But
    NO!, Bomi Sidhwa, you’re an arrogant lot

    And
    with nose held high you will always still spread your rot

  • farzana

    And I neber forget that I am a Parsi lady…Forever eating EEDAAS and Forever eating its ellow ellow dhillee DAR !

    The smell of agarbatti floats all over my flat too and I breathe it deeply in… My hubby daily puts ash from agarbatti on my forehead saying ‘ saari akkal buddhi aavey’ …It works wonder on the buddhi part …ive doubled my score of greys in hair …Doesn’t work on the ‘Akkal ‘ part!! I forever forget to rub off the ash tikka…but i neber neber forget, I am a Parsi lady, I am a Gehli gal forever ….:))P….

    Sillo you have done a swell job… Bravo…

  • farzana

    And I neber forget that I am a Parsi lady…Forever eating EEDAAS and Forever eating its ellow ellow dhillee DAR !

    The smell of agarbatti floats all over my flat too and I breathe it deeply in… My hubby daily puts ash from agarbatti on my forehead saying ‘ saari akkal buddhi aavey’ …It works wonder on the buddhi part …ive doubled my score of greys in hair …Doesn’t work on the ‘Akkal ‘ part!! I forever forget to rub off the ash tikka…but i neber neber forget, I am a Parsi lady, I am a Gehli gal forever ….:))P….

    Sillo you have done a swell job… Bravo…

  • Piloo

    Siloo Aunty’s peotry is just like Humpty Dumpty who wants Zoroastrianism to have its greatest fall (total annihilation or extinction) and to break it (cause so much harm) that the Udwada Atashbehram would become desolate and a Khandar.

  • Piloo

    Siloo Aunty’s peotry is just like Humpty Dumpty who wants Zoroastrianism to have its greatest fall (total annihilation or extinction) and to break it (cause so much harm) that the Udwada Atashbehram would become desolate and a Khandar.

  • Bomi Sidhwa

    Siloo Siloo rarri paru podhru
    ca – ca kari ne kharab kare godhru

    Ding dong bell, Siloo in the well
    All bid her farewell, as Siloo goes to hell

    Intermarriage, outermarriage
    teni uppar Siloo lavaaro karech
    When time comes for Soda lemon children’s Navjote age
    Siloo and family will raise umbrage.
    She will go red in the face with rage

    Siloo tamara dil par sadro kusti nathi
    Teva loko ni uppar Dadar Hormuz ni meherbani nathi
    Maari thoki ne vadhaarvar jayach vasti
    Jevi jeni akkal chhe sasti
    Te kom ane dharam sathe kare chhe masti

    Modern buzz word for Siloo is conversion
    but Siloo is unable to understand her own version
    Should they be black or should they be white
    Siloo cannot decide what is wrong and what is right
    Better than that Siloo should go fly a kite

    Siloo thank you for entertaining us
    With your usual ca – ca, you are surely going to get pus
    See that you make no effort to stop
    Or we will stop enjoying your poem – flop.

  • Bomi Sidhwa

    Siloo Siloo rarri paru podhru
    ca – ca kari ne kharab kare godhru

    Ding dong bell, Siloo in the well
    All bid her farewell, as Siloo goes to hell

    Intermarriage, outermarriage
    teni uppar Siloo lavaaro karech
    When time comes for Soda lemon children’s Navjote age
    Siloo and family will raise umbrage.
    She will go red in the face with rage

    Siloo tamara dil par sadro kusti nathi
    Teva loko ni uppar Dadar Hormuz ni meherbani nathi
    Maari thoki ne vadhaarvar jayach vasti
    Jevi jeni akkal chhe sasti
    Te kom ane dharam sathe kare chhe masti

    Modern buzz word for Siloo is conversion
    but Siloo is unable to understand her own version
    Should they be black or should they be white
    Siloo cannot decide what is wrong and what is right
    Better than that Siloo should go fly a kite

    Siloo thank you for entertaining us
    With your usual ca – ca, you are surely going to get pus
    See that you make no effort to stop
    Or we will stop enjoying your poem – flop.

  • RATHESTAR

    Good one Siloo. Keep it up . Robert Frost, Wordsworth and Shelly must be envying you. Good to read .

  • RATHESTAR

    Good one Siloo. Keep it up . Robert Frost, Wordsworth and Shelly must be envying you. Good to read .

  • Delna Baliwalla

    Nicely written Silloo aunty! Loved it!

  • Delna Baliwalla

    Nicely written Silloo aunty! Loved it!

  • Barak Aga

    “When time comes for Soda lemon children’s Navjote age”
    High Priest Kotwal will jump on the Albless Baug stage

    For Christian navjotes, 2 flats I charge
    Because of recession, my demands are not large

    I will ensure the dhongidox do not create a racket
    If my ashodad is a nice fat packet.

    There is one fact about which I will not bicker
    Soda-lemon is good ….
    we High Priests are spurious liquour.

  • Barak Aga

    “When time comes for Soda lemon children’s Navjote age”
    High Priest Kotwal will jump on the Albless Baug stage

    For Christian navjotes, 2 flats I charge
    Because of recession, my demands are not large

    I will ensure the dhongidox do not create a racket
    If my ashodad is a nice fat packet.

    There is one fact about which I will not bicker
    Soda-lemon is good ….
    we High Priests are spurious liquour.