Early Life
Feroze Jehangir Gandhi was born in Mumbai at the Tehmulji Nariman Hospital situated in Fort, to a Parsi (Zoroastrian) family from Gujarat. Feroze was not related to Mahatma Gandhi. His family had migrated to Bombay from Bharuch in South Gujarat where their ancestral home, which belonged to his grandfather, still exists in Kotpariwad.
Feroze was the youngest of the five children of Jehangir Faredoon Gandhi and Ratimai Gandhi (formerly Ratimai Commissariat). His elder brothers were Dorab Jehangir Gandhi and Faridun Jehangir Gandhi. while his two elder sisters were Tehmina Kershashp Gandhi and Aloo Gandhi Dastur. His parents lived in Nauroji Natakwala Bhawan in Khetwadi Mohalla in Bombay. His father Jehangir Gandhi was a Marine Engineer in Kellick Nixon and was later promoted as a Warrant Engineer.
In the early 1920s, after the death of his father, Feroze and his mother moved to Allahabad to live with his unmarried maternal aunt, Shirin Commissariat, a surgeon at the city's Lady Dufferin Hospital. He attended the Vidya Mandir High School and then graduated from the British-staffed Ewing Christian College. He went on to study at the London School of Economics.
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