Another 'gate' has emerged since Coalgate. Basically a rich Indian family (the Gupta brothers) in South Africa took Indian wedding extravagance to the next level and chartered a private jet for their guests. They had so much pull that they got special perm to land the jet on a military base near the capital, Pretoria.

We don't find this that surprising. Our regular aam aadmi types are known to have elephants, 500 person gueslists and five thousand plates of gajar ka halwa at their weddings; so a little extra dhinchak at a rich mans wedding with Bollywood stars, government officials and privileged access to air strips is de rigueur

As we lead up to the next elections, Feku Modi and Pappu Gandhi are aggressively promoting their platforms and approaches to leadership and their visions for country. Part of simplifying ones message to aam admi is to use catchy metaphors that stick. Modi is of the above mother there is no other school where abstract 'India' is Mother India. In a recent speech to to a group of women entrepreneurs, he dutifully mentioned all the markers in modern India that embody women empowerment – Amul, Lijjat papad, and Jasuben pizza

In contrast to Rahul Gandhi's vision of India as a "beehive," he made it clear that his India is mother India. To quote him:

"In our culture and heritage, mothers come above everyone else. 'Ma' evokes reverence - that is our tradition. We call 'Bharat'- our country - Ma... anything we hold in reverence we address as Ma,"

While this is all well and good, modern Indian women found it condescending and even backward. A reporter on the topic notes that:

"Modiji’s bharatiya naari is an entirely different breed, best epitomised in iconic ye olde Hindi film cliches: the gaon ki gori sweating over the hot chulha; demure housewife serving chai-paani to her hardworking patidev; long-suffering widow who looks for livelihood to feed her children; soft-hearted mother whose love extends to all of God’s creatures. Why talk to the real women in front of you, when you can wax eloquent about imaginary ones culled from fiction."

Frozen delicacy sold by pushcart ice cream wallahs and in kiosks. Hawked in a loud voice "CHAAKOBAAR PISTOBAAR ICECREEEEM" brings grubby kids rushing to the vendor. Called chocolate ice cream or chocolate popsickle elsewhere, it is a waxy layer of chocolate covering a lot of air with some vanilla flavored ice cream underneath. When eaten in the hot summers, the darned thing melts and trickles over your wrist before you can fully unwrap it and the sticky mess winds it way to the elbow when raising your hand to give the bar a lick. Must say it is a cute sight to see little kids with dried chocolate around the mouth after an encounter with chaakobaar icecream. Hard to clean up after an eat as water is usually in scarce supply in the vicinity. Enjoy.

A socially acceptable condition and subject of conversation caused by an extra layer of fat laid evenly over an already plump individual (usually a woman).

Used instead of 'me', 'I' or 'I am'

A pencil sharpner.

The word "Gemini" in India can connote "Gemini studios" which was, the most influential south indian film studio in its heyday. Founded in 1940 by S.S Vasan and named after his favorite horse, it had a distinct emblem of two cherubic looking boys - perhaps a reference to the Gemini twins Castor and Pollux in Greek mythology. The Gemini twins had bugles and an earnest slogan - "when the bugles blow, there is a great show!"

The studio is famous for producing "Chandralekha" the first South Indian made Hindi film. The movie, at the time, was the most expensive indian movie ever made.

Today Gemini studios has expired and remembered by the handful of people who might indulge in nostalgindia every now and then. The physical site of the studio is now the Park Hotel in Chennai where you can act like a Peter and order a frappuccino!

Used to describe a good-looking…well, glaamar boy or glaamar girl. Anyone who scores well on the ‘good looks’ front will pass off as a glaamer thaaram (glamorous star). Most common, obnoxious, yet fitting usage – odukkathe glaamer (roughly translates as impossibly glamorous).

Trivia: A word of thanks is due to our Southern sirens with thunder thighs and deep cleavages. When they dared to bare, our Malayalam newspapers described them as Glaamar Tharangal.

The second-most popular sticky substance in the sub-continent, after "gum", it will repair just about everything including a broken heart if one was to believe the latest (brilliant) ad campaigns on TV.

Whether you snapped your buddy's new Natraj pencil clean in two or smashed your amma's favourite flower pot, just reach for salvation in the guise of that ubiquitous white tub with the royal blue lid... you know the one I'm talking about, behind the Bombay Anandabhavan sweets box full of used up ball point pens.

But first you'd have to pry the lid off with a screwdriver since it's sealed shut from a previous layer of hardened gum. Then peel back the half inch thick layer of useless skin caked over from when your cousin brother left it open after wrapping his fair notebooks in brown paper. Under which is the last millimetre of precious white amber with 3-4 houseflies preserved in it for posterity.

The best tool for application, unless you'd purchased the high end version with the (single-use) plastic brush, is the tip of your index finger. When you're done with the functional part of your project, go ahead and add an extra glob of Fevicol on your fingertip and gently blow until it dries there.

Now you can pretend to touch your friends with a dangerous gummed finger and watch them freak out and laugh like anything at their gullibility. Fun!!!

We all know what a fiasco is. But a Ford Figoso is a different type of fiasco. Neologism coined by Samosapedia to refer to an ad campaign gone terribly wrong. Has its origins in the egregious Ford ads. In one ad, three bound and gagged Kardashian sisters are depicted in the custody of Paris Hilton. In another, the former Italian prime minister Silvio Berlusconi smiles and flashes a two-fingered V-for-victory sign like a naughty indian uncle from the driver’s seat of a red Figo, while three comically exposed bunga-bunga party participants with ball gags in their mouths are bound hand-and-foot in the dicky.