Sharik Currimbhoy Ebrahim

​ Brief History of the Currimbhoy Ebrahim Baronetcy The  Ebrahim Baronetcy , of Pabaney Villa, of the  City of Bombay , is a title in the  Baronetage of the United Kingdom . It was created on 20 July 1910 for the Indian businessman and philanthropist  Sir Currimbhoy Ebrahim . [1] Each baronet assumes on succession the name of the first Baronet.  Currimbhoy was  knighted  during the  Prince  and  Princess of Wales 's  Indian  tour of 1905 [7]  and created a  baronet  in 1910 [8]  and further granted lands to support that dignity by the Currimbhoy Ebrahim Baronetcy Act 1913 [9]  following the precedent set by the  Cowasji Jehangir  Baronetcy Act. Between 1947 and 1949, due to the  partition of India , this descendants, namely the third and fourth baronets migrated to  Pakistan . The Currimbhoy Ebrahim Khoja Orphanage trust started by him, continue to own large pieces of land in and around  Mumbai , [10]  including the Currimbhoy manor (Bhulabhai Desai road,  Mumbai ) and the Poona bu

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​ You are the light   As the first ray of sun pierces through the curtains, and wake from nothingness, you are  born once again.  You’re the aperture though which the universe is looking at itself, while playing the great cosmic game. After all, it would be quite boring to be a universe with nothing to do. Might as well explode in a Big Bang and see what happens. And so, first there was Logos, the Word, the primordial Om, and because of that vibration, luckily, You happened. When you opened your eyes the universe looked at itself, and said, Let there be Light. One day you know, but no one really believes it deep inside, that they’ll sleep and never wake up. What does it feel like to fall asleep and never wake up? It’s one of those questions children ask themselves before they’re taught not to. Well, what does it feel like to wake up, never having gone to sleep.  That’s what birth is, after all. We suddenly woke up, through we had never fallen asleep.  We only know darkness, because we

Judgement at the Golden Shovel A Poem on The Pool Players By Sharik Currimbhoy Ebrahim Below we have the original poem “The Pool Players by Gwendolyn Brooks, followed by the poem “The Fool Players by Sharik Currimbhoy Ebrahim”  Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks  (June 7, 1917 – December 3, 2000) was an American poet, author, and teacher. Her work often dealt with the personal celebrations and struggles of ordinary people in her community. She won the  Pulitzer Prize for Poetry  on May 1, 1950, for  Annie Allen , making her the first  African American  to receive a  Pulitzer Prize . One of her most celebrated poems is “The Pool Players” about the plight of black youth, led astray, and outcast.  The Fool Players by Sharik Currimbhoy Ebrahim  is inspired by the unfairness of the circumstances of the Pool Players. It is based on a conversation where the poet learns of a friend, who suffers domestic abuse in silence. However, unlike the Pool Players, the author alludes to the scales of justice be

The Seven Circles of Frost A Poem on The Road Not Taken By Sharik Currimbhoy Ebrahim Introduction “The Road Not Taken” seems straightforward: a nameless traveler is faced with a choice: two paths forward, with only one to walk. But for a century readers and critics have fought bitterly over what the poem really says. Is it a paean to triumphant self-assertion, where an individual boldly chooses to live outside conformity? Or a biting commentary on human self-deception, where a person chooses between identical roads and yet later romanticizes the decision as life altering? Orr artfully reveals is that the poem speaks to both of these impulses, and all the possibilities that lie between them.  ----------------- The Seven Circles of Frost A Poem on The Road Not Taken By Sharik Currimbhoy  Reading Frost on a Frosty Day I begun to think What he had to say.          Two roads in front of him Equally lay… One looking worn, a little grey The other brand new, Shiny dared by a few