In a culture which worships the cow and most other animals (as long as they are not mosquitoes, flies, rats, lizards and ants) finding meat joints is pretty tough for most people. The only places you can find beef is in the Muslim areas and pork is probably found only in Coorg! Chickens are somehow not considered animal enough along with poor goats. They are slaughtered quite without remorse for culinary purposes. Even so finding a dhaba where you can have non vegetarian 'meals' - on a plantain leaf, fresh home cooked food, all you can eat - is literally a dream. There will be many many many vegetarian ones but ask for non-veg and people shake their already bobbing heads even more vigorously!
Why 'Military' then?
Oh - the Fauji man was considered - before the days of WWF, something of a beefcake. He was allowed to eat 'non-veg' whatever be his kulam from before coz now he is a Kshatriya and thus entitled to some flesh and blood. To serve him, a patriotic cause would stir no local sentiments against such a paapam, thus was born the euphemism
MILITARY MEALS
So asking for non-veg meals if you are traveling in AP will get you nowhere boss, ask for ....

Jaan=Life
Jigri=Liver-like
so a Jaan Jigri dost is your 'Liver-like Life' friend
or
someone who is as important as Liver is to your Life.
very. not really sure what it does but it sounds valuable. like Kidney.
The propensity that Hyderabadis have in sprinkling their Urdu with Telugu or vice-versa surpasses their rate of eating Avakaya with perugu annam.
So many a time you might hear this phrase and assume it is some incomprehensible dravidian term but wait listen again....

How-How. How. Jee How.
With a period not a question mark to punctuate, mind it.
The true blue Hyderabadi's way of accepting, agreeing and accompanying the infamous Indian Head Bob.
The better half of Jee-Haan, Haan-Jee, Saray-Saray, Oui-Oui, Si-Si and so on.
Better coz it is distracting.
When you open your mouth to do the H of the How, the opponent thinks you are about to protest but in fact you end up in tandem with him/her.
Whattay KLPD! No?
How better to agree but also get your kick while doing so!
Probably comes from a combination of:
Hindustani Haan +Telugu habit of ending with a 'U'
Haaaanuuuuuuuu slowly becomes H.O.W.
*How* my explanation?

literally - outside.
the T in baiTa is a Tina T.
now if you say you are outside it can mean:
you are not inside
or
that you are having your period. chums. the curse.

you know that bloody monthly business that women go through?

so if you are Telugu and you are visiting your conservative relatives and they ask you why your mother/sister/wife has not come for the said wedding/anniversary/birthday/shashTipoorthi/
rudrabhishekam/sreemantham/
annapraasana/gruhapravseam/
satyanarayana vratam and other exciting-only-becoz-they-have -great-food functions,
the ONLY magic answer that can assuage their sensitive affectionate hearts from being hurt and broken is to say
'baiTa undi'
(she is 'outside')

In the days of yore, women had an 'outside' room/verandah that they could retreat to during such times when pheromones acted strangely such that all the women of a household went 'Out' at the same time! Some sisterhood! (given much credence through the fabulous book the Red Tent, which talks of a similar Jewish practise)

This being baiTa ensured that the woman got the much needed respite from the unwanted attentions of her husband, the daily grind and routine of back-breaking work.
Plus 'no lighting lamp' in prayer room okay?
Lighting lamps is the foremost and sometimes the only activity Brahmin men will do willingly in the house.

Brahmin men in the South of India are thus fully equipped to cook and light lamps, which they have to once a month for a week or so. Since being baiTa also meant that the women were untouchable for that, ah, period.

Feminism has managed to take away even this little personal albeit smelly space from woman in the name of equality so now all the women are Lopala - indoors - only.

bekaar, ganda, cheap, dirty
indicates both physical dirt as well as moral turpitude

Beating your own drum.
Praising oneself.
Height of Vanity.
Narcissism.
(Dabba=Box)
If you have not seen The Angrez, from Hyderabad, do so now and concentrate on Salim Pheku's character.
He is pure Self-Dabba.

You know gupshup and you know chupchaap, the former being gossip, banter, tete a tete while the latter is the very essence of the true Bharatiya Nari who is forever chupchaap in her chosen misery and never indulges in any gupshup ever (right hand turned outward placed at 45 degees on forehead, left hand turned inward at 45 degrees on hip please).
When the denizens of Hyderabad mix and match, like Sari Fall to a Petticoat, what have you Tammudu? OhO! OhO! Gupchup aa? You won't tell aa? Saray Saray Bhalay Bhalay!

Gupchup Sambar Budi!

Shhhhh....it is a Secret Buddy. You are keeping one or you have been stunned into silence. Paralyzed by the wordy wonders of Deccan.

Nai Kya?

your closest pal
chaDDi dost, chaDDi buddies
langoTiya yaar
someone who knows the color of your underwear, becoz sometimes he borrows it! This he does without any by-the-by or by-the-way or may-I. A Chum who does not care about your Bum.
More often than not, it is a HE.
Heard of any female sharing her clothes, forget her intimates, get out of here!
Also Chum is too closely related to Chums to make any headway with wimmens.

Strange, Funny, Odd, Interesting, Cool!

What ya
Literally means What the F! but said in a pleading girlish tone. Obviously only by girls. Mostly in Navy blue skirts, White shirts and Blue blazers with a tie and a school badge.
Why ya......No ya......
A khichdi of English and Hindi/Urdu
An Interrogative married to a Noun
What + Yaar, wherein Yaar is a beloved, friend, buddy
=
What ya! (said together)
This formula can be safely applied to ALL interrogatives, imperatives as well as Yes and No. So much so that the whole world becomes your Yaar/Ya and hence proves the ancient Vedic aphorism of 'Vasudeva Kutumbakam'.
You cannot ever cross the road at St Ann's Secunderabad without ever hearing this or a similar Yaar-i phrase emanating from the short-skirted fancy hi-fi ladeej of this girls convent.
Beware, you are not yet their Yaar/Ya, to be included in that sacred circle you might have to do much more than ogle at their legs.