I am unique in an odd way.
I was born into a culture/religion called Zoroastrianism.
It’s roughly the same as all the other religionsâ€¦and it’s main tenants are:
Good thoughts, Good words, Good deeds.
It’s a rather simple and elegant motto.
If I ever form a huge company one day, that’s what the motto will be.
But what makes Zoroastrianism really unique is the small number of us.
There’s a bazillion estimatesâ€¦but from what I gather there’s about 100,000 in the world.
About 75,000 of those are Parsi Zoroastrian (A Zoroastrian from India or Pakistan). My parents are from India, so I am “Parsi”.
About 25,000 of the total population are Zoroastrians from Iran. They speak a different language, practice the religion differently, look different, and most importantlyâ€¦..eat different foods (GASP!).
Needless to say those two groups don’t get along as well because of all these cultural barriers.
The most common question I get is, “SO do you HHAAVVEE to marry a Parsi girl?”
Since I have smart parents, they’ve never forced this decision on me.
However for myself it’s a strong preference. Not set in stoneâ€¦.yet a strong preference.
I sometimes joke there’s literally less than 20 girls in the world this might be possible with. And I’m kind of not kidding. Let’s do the rough math:
- Total Zoroastrians = 100,000
- -25,000 Iranians = 75,000
- -half the population are women = 37,500
- -80% of the population out of my age range = 7,500
- -90% of the population I will not meet in any significant degree = 750
- -50% of the population that will just be unable to form a relationship = 375
- -80% of the population who won’t like me “like that” = 75
- -80% of the population who I won’t like “like that” = 15
Now I’m not sure EXACTLY how accurate these numbers areâ€¦..but the point is I literally can whittle this number down to something almost countable on my fingers.
This seems like a depressing fact to some people, but I think it’s actually pretty damn cool!
You see, there’s a Yin and Yang to EVERYTHING.
“Regular white people” might have two billion+ optionsâ€¦.whereas I (presuming I’m only looking for a Parsi female) have few.
The “Regular White Guy” will have his unique set of problems, and I will have my own unique set.
One of the things I really enjoy about coming from such a small group is the extremely strong bond you form with someone….even after meeting them once.
You just KNOW that in some capacity this person will remain in your life.
I have friends I consider to be extremely close….that I’ve met 3 times in my life. Â It’s a bit hard to explain, but it’s very true.
If you meet a random person on the road, it’s statistically unlikely that interaction will lead to anything much more.
Meeting a random Parsi person on the road has a MUCH higher chance of leading to something deeper.
KNOWING WHERE YOU COME FROM:
I’ve started to see a lot of friends around me try to figure out “where they fit in with the world”. Â For a lot of people it’s a tough question.
I’m fortunate to come from such a small community that I kind of know where I fit in.
I was born/raised in Houston.
I am a Parsi Zoroastrian.
Simply knowing my “home” makes a HUGE difference.
Now since our numbers are so small, and since we’re all spread out…..there are these things called “Zoroastrian Congresses” where (Zoroastrian) people from around the world come and meetup.
It’s kind of like any conference:
- There’s some sort of hotel-like venue to hold meetings and speeches.
- There’s livingÂ accommodationsÂ nearby.
- People fly in for a few days, learn stuff, hangout, and meet new people.
Marketing & Business conference are fun, and I come out with lots of new knowledge and connections.
However when I leave these Zoroastrian conferences, I come out emotionally sad & happy at the same time.
I’m happy because I met all these new people, and got to see old friends again.
I’m sad because I have to leave.
Not to mention sheer exhaustion from hanging out with friends till late-night….then waking up early in the morning several days on end.
It’s a unique feeling I get when leaving these……I call it “Congress Withdrawls”. Â Â
One time as I was leaving a congress…..we got this picture at the end of a congress at the airport terminal with a friend. Â It sums it all up for me: