USHAOe-mail edition 
 
 
AN  INFORMAL  
RELIGIOUS  MEETINGS  
PUBLICATION 
 
 
MAH ABAN, FASAL SAL, 1370,
OCTOBER – NOVEMBER  
2001 
 
 
 
 
 
Daidi moi ye gam tasho,
apascha, 
urvaraoscha: 
Ameretata haurvata
spenishta  
mainyu  Mazda: 
Tevishi utayuti,
Mananghaha  
vohu  senghahe. 
O Thou Creator of Mother-Earth,
Creator, Thou, of Waters and of Plants,
Grant me Perfection an 
Immortal Life. 
Through Thy Most Holy Spirit Mazda Lord;
Strength to my Soul grant Thou, and Life renewed,
The gifts of Vohu Man as 
taught by Thee. 
(Gatha Vohukshthra 7 : Ys. 51.7)
(Blank Verse Translation by 
Irach J.S.Taraporewala) 
 
“While all religions of 
the primitive type tried to keep them bound with regulations of external 
observances. Zoroaster showed the path to freedom to man, the freedom of moral 
choice, the freedom from blind obedience to meaningless injunctions, the freedom 
from multiplicity of shrines”  (Rabindranath 
Tagore) 
 
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LET US NOT LOSE OUR VISION – THE MESSAGE OF
THE GATHAS
By 
Dr. Jimmy Nadirshaw 
Sidhva 
    The 
subject of today’s discussion is at once challenging and perplexing. It is in 
two interconnected and interwoven parts: 
   1. Let us not lose our 
vision.  2. The Message of the Gathas. 
    As 
regards the first part, the challenge and the perplexing are in the vision. What 
is our vision, or to put it in another way, Quo Vadis, 
Zoroastrians? 
    Each 
Zoroastrian probably has his own answer, his own vision for the future of 
Zoroastrains.  Mine is to see a well-knit, cohesive band of people, who, 
(to incorporate the second part), not only strive to spread, but also to live 
the message of the Gathas. 
    Therein 
lies the challenge of the second part. What is the message of the Gathas? To my 
mind, the message of the Gathas is myriad. Each time I try to assimilate the 
message and meaning of a part of the Gathas, it is as if a veil is lifted and a 
new message emerges. 
   The obvious 
messages are those of love, truth, the sanctity of promise or covenant, and 
other familiar messages. But what is the message that is most appropriate, nay 
the most vital, for the future of Zoroastrians? It is the one that is not as 
obvious or evident as the ones mentioned before, but is subtly conveyd in many 
portions of Zarathushtra’s beautiful 
hymns – The Message of Tolerance.   
    
Zoroastrians, as a people are basically tolerant of others around them. 
Miniscule as we are in numbers, we would long since have perished had we been 
belligerent or obnoxious to the non-Zoroiastrians, who would soon have snuffed 
us out by their sheer overwhelming numbers. That is not to say that we have been 
tolerant or submissive just for survival. Tolerance towards others has been 
inborn and in-built within us and has always been part of way of our 
life. 
    But the 
operative words in the last statement are “towards others”. Our tolerance and 
peaceful coexistence are bywords as regards our relationship with people outside 
our religion and communities in India and abroad.  What about our behavior 
and feelings for each other within our religion and our own community? Are we 
tolerant of one another’s views about our own wonderful religion as we are of 
the religious views of the people of  other religions? 
   If we are 
honest to ourselves, we most certainly are not. As emphasized by our chairman 
Prof. Kaikhosrov Irani, in one of his talks in Bombay some time ago, we have two 
zealous and vociferous groups of Zoroastrians carrying the two banners of 
‘orthodoxy’ and ‘liberalism’ forming two poles of thought, and being 
figuratively (and vocally) at each other’s throats. 
    This 
leaves a large volume of individuals caught in the verbal and written crossfire 
between the two extreme groups, getting progressively more confused and dismayed 
not only by the number of topics on which these groups differ but especially by 
the viciousness of the attacks of one group on the other. The decencies of 
debate are totally discarded leaving only hollow invective and vituperation that 
are being increasingly indulged in by the warring factions 
    -There 
is no respect for the feelings of persons with different views, and instead of 
consciously and rationally trying to reconcile these differing streams of 
thought, there is thoughtless mudslinging and deliberate widening of the 
intellectual gulf by the use of language and sometimes even actions more suited 
to a savage, ignorant and intolerant society than to the enlightened and 
educated people that the vast majority of Zoroastrians are. 
The Zoroastrian community is being torn asunder by the fissiparous ideas and sentiments of the two warring factions, and more so by the war of words and the language indulged in by them. It would be no exaggeration to describe the plight of the community today in the words of Mother-Earth pleading to Ahura Mazda in the Gathas:
“Torn apart am I by anger and aggression” (Line 3 Ys.29.1)
These words in microcosm 
reflect the state of our community at present. One can understand that there are 
bound to be difference of opinion between two groups, and wide differences at 
that. But why should these differences be further widened by hurtful and abusive 
language at each other?    
    This is 
the bane of the Zoroastrian community today – the tendency to hurt each other 
not only by exaggerating the differences between them  but by using 
language that is derogatory and demeaning. This is not what Asho Zarathushtra meant when he 
declared: 
“Unto him shall accrue 
the Best, who being wise, shall spread my Truth to the rest” (Yasna 
31.6) 
    
He did not advocate the propagation of his religion by acrimony and hurting 
peoples’ feelings, but rather by appealing to their good sense and trying to 
make them see the light with temperate language, and un-hurtful benign advocacy. 
This is borne out by Zarathushtra’s invocation to 
Ahura Mazda in Gatha Ahunavaiti, Ha 28.5:  
“Ana manthra 
mazishtem,vauroimaidi khrafstra hizva.” 
“Through Thy word, by the 
sweetness of our tongues may we turn back the ignorant astray”  (from the 
Path of Asha). 
    This to 
my mind, is one of the most important messages of the Gathas – one that is most 
valuable in today’s fissiparous times that we discuss and try to settle our 
differences not by the acrimonious wrangling but by trying to convince our 
adversaries by “the sweetness of our tongues”. It is simple yet a profound 
message of immense value and import in the context of self-destroying dissension 
and the “anger and aggression” which is tearing apart our small community 
today. 
    Once the 
importance of this message and its total relevance to the warring tendencies 
prevalent in our society is recognized, numerous passages in the Gathas can be 
found extolling the virtues of tolerance and advocating the control of 
anger. 
“Control anger and root out 
hatred and violence (all ye) who would hold fast to Vohu Mano” (Yasna 
48,7) 
On the contrary, Zarathushtra advises us to 
use the “deep wisdom of  Vohu Mano – the loving mind in serving our 
brethren: 
“Mazda Ahura through His 
Kshathra, has decreed that we serve our human flock for the sake of their 
advancement in Truth through the wisdom of the Loving Mind”  (Yasna 
45.9) 
 
    
Zarathustra, in the broadness of his vision and the breadth of his love, sees 
good even in his enemies of the Turanian clan and declares that when 
righteousness and humility arise in his followers, Fryana of Turanian clan will 
unite them and through Vohu Mano they will realize the Laws of Ahura Mazda that 
will lead them to Bliss. 
“When Righteousness arises 
in the members of the dynasty of the powerful Turanian, Fryana the 
Mighty, 
Then shall emerge in them wisdom and piety,
Leading to advancement of 
Life through Armaity. 
Then Frayana through Vohu Mano shall forge their unity,
And Ahura Mazda shows them the Path to Divinity
(Yasna 
46.12) 
    If Zarathushtra can see so much 
good in his traditional foes and sing of the power of the Loving Mind – Vohu 
Mano – to show them the Light, who are we to run down, ridicule and antagonize 
our so-called enemies and engage in name-calling, wrangling and indulge in petty 
squabbles with them? 
    In this 
context, it would not be out of place to quote relevant excerpts from the works 
of Samuel Laing, a non-Zoroastrian who was always an ardent admirer not only of 
the Zoroastrian religion but also of its followers: 
    To the 
prejudiced and hot-headed this might smack of appeasement or sitting on the 
fence, but another quote from Samuel Laing describes the real position in 
nutshell: 
 
    “True 
strength stands firm in the middle between the two opposite poles, while 
weakness is drawn by one or other of the conflicting attractions into the 
falsehood of extremes”. 
    Let us 
therefore try to mend our fences and reconcile our differences rather than 
widening the gulf that threatens to destroy us, and do this right now, as time 
is running out, and our differences may soon be irreconcilable. In conclusion Zarathushtra exhorts us, as 
quoted in Ys.48.7, 28.5 and 45.9 to eschew anger and aggression, and instead use 
our ‘Loving Mind’ and the sweetness of our tongues to outline the Path of Truth 
to our fellow men. 
This to my mind is the message of the Gathas, which is the most relevant to our community in its present state of evolution. Let us not therefore, lose our vision, that of an enlightened community living in harmony and realize the teachings of our great Prophet by living the religion he has revealed to us in his Gathas.
(Courtesy: “Jam-e-Jmamshed” 
19th August 2001) 
 
 
 
-HEROINES OF ANCIENT 
IRAN 
By 
The Marchioness of 
Winchester 
Story  of  
Rudaba 
  Rudaba a maiden of 
surpassing loveliness, was the daughter of Mirab, King of Kabul, who was a 
descendant of Zahhak, and Zal was the son of Sam, the ruler of Zabulistan, who 
had abandoned him as a babe, because his hair had been white from birth. As the 
legend runs, a fabulous bird called Simurg, discovering the infant wailing on 
Mount Alburz, had taken pity upon him and brought him up. We are told how, in 
the years that followed, his father repented and suffered the bitterest remorse 
for his cruelty, so that when news reached him that the child had survived he 
was transported with joy. He forthwith named him as his successor and promised, 
in his supreme gratitude, to deny him no wish of his heart. Zal grew to be a 
tall and extraordinary attractive youth, and being of an ambitious turn of mind, 
resolved on reaching manhood to make a tour of the empire, including the 
frontiers of Hindustan 
Arriving near Kabul, King Mihrab came out to welcome him in royal array. Their meeting was celebrated with much pomp and the King was greatly impressed by Zal’s personality. During the young man’s stay at the palace, he learned of the princess Rudaba, through one of the courtiers, who described her thus:
A damsel beautiful, screened from the view of the man,
Her face is radiant than the bright sun,
From head to foot all ivory she,
Tall like the teak-tree, cheeks like Paradise!
Over her silvery neck hang musky locks,
The tips of which like banded anklets curve.
Her mouth a pomegranate bud, cherries her lips.
Two grains of nard swell on her silvery breasts.
Her eyes shine as narcissus in the girth.
Her lashes stole their hues from the raven’s wing.
Her arch -like brows, the famed bows of Taraz,
Fragrant of musk, dark as bark of Tuz.
Wouldst ask the moon? That is her beauteous face.
Wouldst seek the scent of musk? It is her hair.
She’s Paradise adorned in each detail;
      Perfect in grace, in joy and every charm! 
  * 
This description aroused 
such tumult in the heart of Zal that he became restless with longing for a sight 
of the maiden. 
    Rudaba, 
on her part, had become more than a little interested in Zal, having been 
present when her parents when discussing him. She had heard her father describe 
him as the greatest hero and the strongest warrior on earth, dwelling on his 
singularly attractive personality, which his snow-white hair but enhanced. She 
found herself unable to sleep for thinking of him, and, in her yearning for 
sympathy, confided the secret to her waiting-maids, who were shocked at the 
idea, and assured her that her father would never give his consent to a marriage 
with a white-haired man. She thereupon became angry, declaring passionately that 
Zal meant more to her than did the mighty King of the West or any power on 
earth. The maids, touched by her earnestness and her grief, sought means by 
which to aid her. 
    One day 
as they sauntered down towards the river to gather roses, they happened to 
descry Zal’s royal tent on the opposite bank and he catching sight of the girls, 
enquired whence they came. On learning that they were the Princess Rudab’s 
maids, his heart beat wildly and, summoning his attendant, he ordered him to 
bring his bow.  He strung the bow, wounded a water-foul on the farther side 
of the stream, and then dispatched an attendant in a boat to fetch it. When the 
boy landed on the other bank he was questioned by the maids, well aware of the 
stratagem, as to the archer who had made so skilful a shot. When he told them, 
they proceeded to speak of their Princess and her wondrous beauty, expressing a 
wish that Zal should meet her; thereupon the lad returned swiftly with the 
information. Zal, overjoyed, sent precious gems to the damsels as gifts for 
Rudaba, and they sent back word that they would contrive a secret meeting 
between him and the Princess, whose heart was already sat on him. Upon receipt 
of the message, Zal seized a boat and speedily joined the maidens, who made him 
obeisance and spoke to him of their mistress in such 
panegyrics: 
A nonpareil the fair Rudaba is,
A silvery cypress, both in hue and scent.
A rose, a jasmine, fair from top to toe.
Tall to surmount Canopus viewed from Yaman.
Luscious the wine her face distils, thou would say,
And every lock of hair hath amber scent.
From dome of silver her locks droop to earth
Like ambush-snares over her rose-like cheeks.
Such hair, plaited with musk and ambergris!
While decked her form with rubies fine and gems
And over all, like coat of woven mail,
Tresses and musky locks fall link to link.
Homage to her the moon and pleiads 
    pay! * 
    So it 
came to pass that, on a certain night, the meeting between the lovers took 
place. Zal made for a secluded spot beneath the wall of Rudaba’s bower, high in 
the towering castle, and presently Rudaba appeared above, like some enchanting 
sprite, and breathed his name softly. But the lofty parapet where she stood 
prevented Zal from seeing her face. He begged to be allowed one glimpse of the 
fairest face on earth, so she loosened her long, black hair and bade him use her 
tresses as a rope for ascending. Disdaining to commit such a sacrilege, he but 
bestowed kisses upon her beautiful locks, and procuring from his servant a lasso 
cord, he flung it aloft and climbed to haste to the bower of bliss, where the 
lovers sat and gazed upon each other rapturously. But their hearts grew sore 
when they realized the obstacles that blocked their pathway to happiness, Zal 
knowing full well that King Minuchihr of Iran and his own father, Sam, would 
never consent to their marriage. Despite such opposition, however, he swore he 
would wed none but Rudaba, and she, in turn, vowed that she would bestow her 
hand on none but Zal. Thus they sat, side by side, till dawn broke, when with 
many embraces and protestations of eternal affection the lovers 
parted. 
    As Zal 
went on his way sadly, he recalled the promise his father had made many years 
ago when he discovered him on Mont Alburz, and forthwith decided to write and 
impart to him his precious secret. When  Sam received the letter he was 
torn with misgivings, and sought the advice of his priests and astrologers. 
After some days had elapsed, these wise men presented themselves at the castle 
with joyful countenances, and assured him that a union between his son and the 
Princess was destined to bring nothing but good in train. Sam therefore, 
returned a kind and hopeful message to Zal, who hastened to apprise Rudaba of 
the glad tidings, on receipt of which she promptly dispatched a handmaiden with 
a robe and a ring as gifts to her beloved. As the messenger was making her way 
out of the palace, she was caught by Queen Sindukht. The handmaiden tried to 
shield Rudaba; but the Queen forced her to disclose the secret. She had a high 
opinion of Zal, and was greatly distressed, fearing her husband’s anger when he 
would learn the truth. With trembling voice, she broke to him the news, and the 
King, almost beside himself with rage, threatened to kill his daughter. 
Sindukht, however, succeeded in reducing him to a calmer frame of 
mind. 
    
Meanwhile, Zal’s father had approached King Minuchihr to ask his consent to the 
marriage, whereupon that monarch became highly incensed, and ordered Sam to get 
together the army immediately and destroy Kabul and every descendant of Zahhak. 
Sam heard him coolly, deeming it the better policy, and, with his troops, set 
forth for Kabul. When this came to the ears of Zal, he went to meet his father, 
and implored him to make one last effort by writing to the King of Iran in favor 
of the marriage. Sam took his son’s sons advice, suggesting that the youth 
himself be the bearer of the missive. So Zal proceeded to Iran, where he was 
received with all honor. His valor and charming personality instantly won the 
heart of Minuchihr, and touched by Sam’s petition on his son’s behalf he gave 
his consent to the union. The threatened hostilities were, therefore, suspended. 
Zal returned to Kabul, where the royal wedding was celebrated with festivities 
that lasted the entire week, and Sam rose to the occasion nobly and generously 
by bestowing the throne and crown of Zabulistan upon Zal. 
Rudaba became the mother of Rustam, the greatest hero in the history of the Persian Kings. Her title to fame thus rests secure in the annals of ancient Iran.
(*Translation by Professor A.V. William Jackson.)
    
 
 
 
 
THE OBSTACLE IN OUR 
PATH 
    In 
ancient times, a king had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and 
watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the kingdom’s 
wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it, but none 
did anything about getting the big stone out of the way. Then came a peasant, 
carrying a load of vegetables. On approaching the boulder, he laid down his 
burden and after much pushing and straining he succeeded to move the stone to 
the side of the road, and noticed a purse lying in the road where the bolder had 
been. The purse contained gold coins and a note from the king indicating that 
that the gold was for the person who removed the bolder from the roadway. The 
peasant learned what many others never understand: 
“Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve one’s condition”
(Brian 
Cavanaugh) 
 
 
 
 
 
The thing always happens that you believe in.
And the belief in a thing makes it happen.
(Frank Lloyd 
Wright) 
 
 
 
FOR ALL 
AGES 
(Excerpted from ‘The Ethical 
System of Zoroaster by Baker Hudson) 
       If we would train a baby to be an 
intellect we do not start with metaphysics, but by means of toys and games, of 
simple songs and pictured forms we seek to draw the intellect out from its 
hiding place by gradual and easy stages. So, Zoroaster has milk for the babes 
and stronger meat for those whose growth demands it. Every man, woman, and child 
is taught to be pure, clean and wholesome within and without; and every act of 
purity is God’s good work, however small it be. 
    The 
earth the man walks on, the home he inhabits, the clothes that cover him, the 
food he eats, the water he drinks or washes in, all are to be   kept 
pure, and many are laws laid down for the preservation of this sacred purity. 
Vowed to the God and Pure, he must in every act hold purity before him, thus 
being a helper of Ahura in the manifestation of  His Goodness. That the 
primitive instructions of the Master have been overlaid with much seems to us 
childish and superstitious, may be the case, but it has had a definite and, 
physically speaking, a good effect upon the race is 
unquestionable.     
    Samuel 
Laing states that the Parsis who, are the modern representatives of the ancient 
Zoroastrians, have shown incontestably their greater vitality and care for human 
life. And when it is added that the Parsis are renowned the world over for their 
probity, high morality and intellectuality and benevolence, it does seem as 
though the body of teaching contained in the Avesta was indeed a priceless 
treasure. 
    A 
disciple of Zoroaster was thus taught to seek only after good, the true and 
beautiful, All his life was to be attuned to these; the senses were to be kept 
operating on things of purity, and when the man communed with his soul it was 
through these three qualities that he learned to know his 
God. 
 
 
THREE 
JUDGES 
    The 
triad of Sroash, Rashnu aand Mitra, the three- brother Yazatas enjoy special 
prominence. They see to it that justice is done and that every individual 
receives the proper consequences of his or her actions, 
    Sarosh 
represents God’s all-hearing ears, Mitra represents God’s all-seeing eyes, and 
Rashnu acts as the presiding judge, representing God’s judgment. With such 
construction of court no facts can be hidden or undisclosed. Consequently, 
perfect justice is assured. 
    Undoubtedly the 
metaphor is beautiful and 
impressive 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“No one should put down 
any religion. We are all going to the same place only by different 
paths”