How Parsis in North America have made their mark while preserving their
values, ethics and religious belief
Roshan Rivetna
While growing up in Bombay, the question of my "identity” was pretty self-evident. I was born a Parsi, in a hospital endowed by Parsis, lived in a pleasant Parsi neighborhood, frequented the agiary down the lane to remember departed loved ones and ask for Ahura Mazda’s blessings, especially on examination days. For special occasions such as Jamshedi Navroz and Parsi New Year I dressed up in new clothes and went to the atash behram and then to an Adi Marzban natak. The entire family — aunts, uncles, cousins would then get together for a seam-splitting meal of pulao dal, sali......