The community viewed from outside
Pushpender S. Rashtrawar
When I was a boy of around 10 in the late 1960s we moved to Orient Row in Park Circus, Calcutta. This was an elegant area with residential houses on one side while on the other side was a large park. In one of the houses, around 100 m away from ours, lived a fair-skinned elderly gentleman, Mr Umrigar, who had endeared himself to all. He would greet everyone while walking down the street and chat with them. He was always well dressed and sported a golf cap. He was fondly known as Parsi Baba, or perhaps it was Bawa.......