Indian obsession with a woman's maternal role (see above mother there is no other) is clearly visible in the city's logo where a blue dot atop a black circular outline of arms denotes a mother embracing a white flower, symbolic of a child it simms.

If you ask us, it looks like a Fatty Bombalatty fellow rubbing his stomach after consuming jalebi mixed with a small ganja leaf or a post-prandial Mumbaikar ambling around Chaupati after eating Bhelpuri!

Samosapedia gives it a B-

Bokachoda: Moronic Fornicator.If there is one Bengali word a non-Bengali knows, it is this. The iconic swear-word is the Bong F-word. Depending on the context and the way in which you say it, it can convey anger, wonderment, sadness, disappointment, arousal, excitement or joy. As an added advantage, you can take out the “Boka” and attach different pre-fixes (“pagla” mad, “chagol” goat, “chomchom” a sweet) behind the “Choda” and each combination becomes a lethal swear-word, a perfect example of code reuse. So great has been the influence of this word that one of the first websites in India to be banned (the owner was also arrested) was bokachoda.com (around 1999) for its anti-CPM and sometimes anti-Bengali vitriol

First, we love our mothers. We have all internalized the idea that above mother there is no other. Even our favorite Feku Mr. Namo in a recent speech appealed to the mother india argument.

Second, we love our sweets. Ordinary events lead to Muh meetha karo!

Third, we love Bollywood.

At the intersection of Bollywood, Mother and Sweets venn diagram is Gajar Ka Halwa! Made from carrots, it is typically served up by a long suffering grey haired mother, garbed in a crushed cotton sari, to her beloved prodigal son or beta who has returned from serving jail time or some arduous adventure!
Always bright orange in color and always served with love.

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

The standard pizzas, priced at 50 rupees ($1), are made on bhakri (Gujarati flat bread) and topped with spicy homemade gravy, chopped tomatoes, capsicum and onions. Customers can also ask for a Jain version, without onions.

It takes its name from Jasuben, a woman who moved from her native Pune to Ahmedabad after she got married. She opened her eponymous pizza take away in 1975.

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."

Unclear how this moniker came about it. Was it his god-fearing acolytes who revere him so much that they gave him this name? Was it a brilliant marketing ploy on his part (see Modi Kurta) to seem godly? Was it his efforts to embrace the social web as an up and coming mouse charmer? (#namo way cooler than #narendramodi). We will never know...

Hindi phrase which translates to "the white girl in the village." "Gaon" means "village" and "gori" means "fair."

Being an Indian girl who looks like a gori girl or a foreigner is always a compliment.Also the name of a popular Bollywood movie. Stems from our national obsession with being fair.

For wayward monkeys like me with a preternatural anti-establisment streak and a history of insubordination issues, this phrase stood for everything oppressive, confining and soul-crushing about Indian education.

Nec Dextrorsum, Nec Sinistrorsum - the proverbial Procrustean bed. Too far to the left and you will be get one nice thappad on your head. Too far to the right, six lashes on your bum. On straight on like a bakra and everything will be just right.