Guest guest Posted December 16, 2011 Report Share Posted December 16, 2011 Ha ha ha! That was something. How I wish I read it in the morning... the day would have started with a big smile on my face ;-) Ravin '82 > ** > > > The Peculiar Parsi > > Meenu Pestonjee can literally eat a horse, and still have space left for a > chocolate mousse. Yet he is rake thin. I really envy him. Just one extra > samosa and my weighing scale starts screeching like an F1 racer. I asked > him, " Meenu, how come you are so thin? At our society dinner, the other > day, your plate was so loaded, I could not see your face until you had > ravished the fifty or so paranthas you had heaped. And then your face > disappeared again when you took another helping. What is your secret? How > come you are so thin? " > > Meenu gave his peculiar smile and said, " We Parsis are peculiar. We have a > peculiar constitution. But I shall tell you a secret. I go for walks in the > morning. " > > " So what? Even I go for walks in the fresh morning air. But my body proves > the scientific adage that even air has weight. " > > " Ah! But I walk at a special place. It is not how you walk but where you > walk. You do not come to the Rani Jhansi garden. There, besides walking, > you can see beautiful buttocks! " > > These Parsis are peculiar, I thought. " Yes, " I said, " The place where I go > is full of old people. So I think I shall join you tomorrow to see the > beautiful buttocks " > > The next morning, at the crack of dawn, I was trudging bleary eyed, > dragged along by Meenu. At first the jogging track was full of old people > with sagging buttocks. I shrugged. Maybe the younger crowd wakes up late. > But after a fruitless, or shall I say a buttock-less, hour, I finally asked > Meenu tiredly, " Where are the beautiful buttocks you promised me? " > > " You didn't see them? There they are, quacking on the lake. " > > Later that day, when I was passing Meenu on my way to my office, I > remarked, " Thanks Meenu for showing me your beautiful 'buttocks'. " > > Mrs. Iyer, who heard me passing by, gave us a peculiar look. > These Parsis also have a peculiar pronunciation! > > -Kishore Shah > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 16, 2011 Report Share Posted December 16, 2011 'Buttocks' are always nice to look at. I have found my encounters with 'peculiar' Parsis often to be hilarious and sometimes irritating. Bharat ________________________________ To: Undisclosed-Recipient@... Sent: Friday, 16 December 2011 9:49 AM Subject: The Peculiar Parsi  The Peculiar Parsi Meenu Pestonjee can literally eat a horse, and still have space left for a chocolate mousse. Yet he is rake thin. I really envy him. Just one extra samosa and my weighing scale starts screeching like an F1 racer. I asked him, " Meenu, how come you are so thin? At our society dinner, the other day, your plate was so loaded, I could not see your face until you had ravished the fifty or so paranthas you had heaped. And then your face disappeared again when you took another helping. What is your secret? How come you are so thin? " Meenu gave his peculiar smile and said, " We Parsis are peculiar. We have a peculiar constitution. But I shall tell you a secret. I go for walks in the morning. " " So what? Even I go for walks in the fresh morning air. But my body proves the scientific adage that even air has weight. " " Ah! But I walk at a special place. It is not how you walk but where you walk. You do not come to the Rani Jhansi garden. There, besides walking, you can see beautiful buttocks! " These Parsis are peculiar, I thought. " Yes, " I said, " The place where I go is full of old people. So I think I shall join you tomorrow to see the beautiful buttocks " The next morning, at the crack of dawn, I was trudging bleary eyed, dragged along by Meenu. At first the jogging track was full of old people with sagging buttocks. I shrugged. Maybe the younger crowd wakes up late. But after a fruitless, or shall I say a buttock-less, hour, I finally asked Meenu tiredly, " Where are the beautiful buttocks you promised me? " " You didn't see them? There they are, quacking on the lake. " Later that day, when I was passing Meenu on my way to my office, I remarked, " Thanks Meenu for showing me your beautiful 'buttocks'. " Mrs. Iyer, who heard me passing by, gave us a peculiar look. These Parsis also have a peculiar pronunciation! -Kishore Shah Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 16, 2011 Report Share Posted December 16, 2011 Dear Kishor, Very funny indeed ! I remember another story on similar lines, where a native( indian in colonial times) with limited english vocabulary visits the english burra sahib.While waiting for his lordship he goes to the backside of bungalow having a pond loaded with " buttocks " (what else!).When his lordship appears with the lady ,the fellow tries a bit of flattery.He first address the lady " your behind is beautiful " (meaning the pond).Observing a crimson face he became shaky and tries to correct homself by saying " No ,no ,I  mean your " buttocks " are beautiful " . V.K.Gupta 76 ________________________________ To: Undisclosed-Recipient@... Sent: Friday, 16 December 2011 9:49 AM Subject: The Peculiar Parsi  The Peculiar Parsi Meenu Pestonjee can literally eat a horse, and still have space left for a chocolate mousse. Yet he is rake thin. I really envy him. Just one extra samosa and my weighing scale starts screeching like an F1 racer. I asked him, " Meenu, how come you are so thin? At our society dinner, the other day, your plate was so loaded, I could not see your face until you had ravished the fifty or so paranthas you had heaped. And then your face disappeared again when you took another helping. What is your secret? How come you are so thin? " Meenu gave his peculiar smile and said, " We Parsis are peculiar. We have a peculiar constitution. But I shall tell you a secret. I go for walks in the morning. " " So what? Even I go for walks in the fresh morning air. But my body proves the scientific adage that even air has weight. " " Ah! But I walk at a special place. It is not how you walk but where you walk. You do not come to the Rani Jhansi garden. There, besides walking, you can see beautiful buttocks! " These Parsis are peculiar, I thought. " Yes, " I said, " The place where I go is full of old people. So I think I shall join you tomorrow to see the beautiful buttocks " The next morning, at the crack of dawn, I was trudging bleary eyed, dragged along by Meenu. At first the jogging track was full of old people with sagging buttocks. I shrugged. Maybe the younger crowd wakes up late. But after a fruitless, or shall I say a buttock-less, hour, I finally asked Meenu tiredly, " Where are the beautiful buttocks you promised me? " " You didn't see them? There they are, quacking on the lake. " Later that day, when I was passing Meenu on my way to my office, I remarked, " Thanks Meenu for showing me your beautiful 'buttocks'. " Mrs. Iyer, who heard me passing by, gave us a peculiar look. These Parsis also have a peculiar pronunciation! -Kishore Shah Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 17, 2011 Report Share Posted December 17, 2011 Ha ha ha :-D Ravin '82 > ** > > > Dear Kishor, > Very funny indeed ! > I remember another story on similar lines, where a native( indian in > colonial times) with limited english vocabulary visits the english burra > sahib.While waiting for his lordship he goes to the backside of bungalow > having a pond loaded with " buttocks " (what else!).When his lordship appears > with the lady ,the fellow tries a bit of flattery.He first address the lady > " your behind is beautiful " (meaning the pond).Observing a crimson face he > became shaky and tries to correct homself by saying " No ,no ,I mean your > " buttocks " are beautiful " . > V.K.Gupta 76 > > ________________________________ > > To: Undisclosed-Recipient@... > Sent: Friday, 16 December 2011 9:49 AM > Subject: The Peculiar Parsi > > > > The Peculiar Parsi > > Meenu Pestonjee can literally eat a horse, and still have space left for a > chocolate mousse. Yet he is rake thin. I really envy him. Just one extra > samosa and my weighing scale starts screeching like an F1 racer. I asked > him, " Meenu, how come you are so thin? At our society dinner, the other > day, your plate was so loaded, I could not see your face until you had > ravished the fifty or so paranthas you had heaped. And then your face > disappeared again when you took another helping. What is your secret? How > come you are so thin? " > > Meenu gave his peculiar smile and said, " We Parsis are peculiar. We have a > peculiar constitution. But I shall tell you a secret. I go for walks in the > morning. " > > " So what? Even I go for walks in the fresh morning air. But my body proves > the scientific adage that even air has weight. " > > " Ah! But I walk at a special place. It is not how you walk but where you > walk. You do not come to the Rani Jhansi garden. There, besides walking, > you can see beautiful buttocks! " > > These Parsis are peculiar, I thought. " Yes, " I said, " The place where I go > is full of old people. So I think I shall join you tomorrow to see the > beautiful buttocks " > > The next morning, at the crack of dawn, I was trudging bleary eyed, > dragged along by Meenu. At first the jogging track was full of old people > with sagging buttocks. I shrugged. Maybe the younger crowd wakes up late. > But after a fruitless, or shall I say a buttock-less, hour, I finally asked > Meenu tiredly, " Where are the beautiful buttocks you promised me? " > > " You didn't see them? There they are, quacking on the lake. " > > Later that day, when I was passing Meenu on my way to my office, I > remarked, " Thanks Meenu for showing me your beautiful 'buttocks'. " > > Mrs. Iyer, who heard me passing by, gave us a peculiar look. > These Parsis also have a peculiar pronunciation! > > -Kishore Shah > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 17, 2011 Report Share Posted December 17, 2011 Thanks Ravin, Bharat, And thanks Vijai for that interesting story too. Kishore Shah 1974 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 18, 2011 Report Share Posted December 18, 2011 So funny and so cute............yes having many friends throughout my life ..............i know when you say that...........they are peculiar but cant do without them............ regards aasa missing her old parsee pals...............and keema pav ________________________________ To: Undisclosed-Recipient@... Sent: Friday, 16 December 2011 8:19 AM Subject: The Peculiar Parsi  The Peculiar Parsi Meenu Pestonjee can literally eat a horse, and still have space left for a chocolate mousse. Yet he is rake thin. I really envy him. Just one extra samosa and my weighing scale starts screeching like an F1 racer. I asked him, " Meenu, how come you are so thin? At our society dinner, the other day, your plate was so loaded, I could not see your face until you had ravished the fifty or so paranthas you had heaped. And then your face disappeared again when you took another helping. What is your secret? How come you are so thin? " Meenu gave his peculiar smile and said, " We Parsis are peculiar. We have a peculiar constitution. But I shall tell you a secret. I go for walks in the morning. " " So what? Even I go for walks in the fresh morning air. But my body proves the scientific adage that even air has weight. " " Ah! But I walk at a special place. It is not how you walk but where you walk. You do not come to the Rani Jhansi garden. There, besides walking, you can see beautiful buttocks! " These Parsis are peculiar, I thought. " Yes, " I said, " The place where I go is full of old people. So I think I shall join you tomorrow to see the beautiful buttocks " The next morning, at the crack of dawn, I was trudging bleary eyed, dragged along by Meenu. At first the jogging track was full of old people with sagging buttocks. I shrugged. Maybe the younger crowd wakes up late. But after a fruitless, or shall I say a buttock-less, hour, I finally asked Meenu tiredly, " Where are the beautiful buttocks you promised me? " " You didn't see them? There they are, quacking on the lake. " Later that day, when I was passing Meenu on my way to my office, I remarked, " Thanks Meenu for showing me your beautiful 'buttocks'. " Mrs. Iyer, who heard me passing by, gave us a peculiar look. These Parsis also have a peculiar pronunciation! -Kishore Shah Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 18, 2011 Report Share Posted December 18, 2011 Thanks Aasawari Kishore Shah 1974 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 18, 2011 Report Share Posted December 18, 2011 Good one Kishoreda. Right up there with your Mallu classic. Ashok 1984 Sent from my iPad > Thanks Aasawari > > Kishore Shah 1974 > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 19, 2011 Report Share Posted December 19, 2011 Thank you Ashok Kishore Shah 1974 -------------------------------------------------- Sent: Sunday, December 18, 2011 9:32 PM To: <mgims > Subject: Re: The Peculiar Parsi > Good one Kishoreda. Right up there with your Mallu classic. > > Ashok 1984 > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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