Being Indian, the one thing we don't ever shun is education. For the marginally gifted among us, institutions of higher learning are still unfortunately within our grasp, all through the magic of capitation.

Since the time of Taxila all the way until present era Nandela, Indian parents have been recorded donating exorbitant sums of hard-earned black money (well, in earlier times, it was illicitly acquired, undeclared, harder to hide heads of cattle) just to persuade dubious institutions to take educational custody of their misguided progeny for a period of at least four years (any less and it becomes a diploma-shiploma, with much lower dowry-showry prospects)

Post-payment, such parents wander around headless (decapitated, you see) but giddy with the knowledge that the products of their loins will soon find profitable endeavors that can be tapped into later in life, for the all important purpose of retirement, during which phase wittier parents have been observed cracking poor jokes about "capitalizing" on their kids' success.

Our colonial masters, unsurpassed in acts of satire or sadism, imposed upon us an antiquated education curriculum that required two telephone book thick text-books for each course - both of which were hideously detailed - all just so that some petty bureaucrat (probably named Sir Soggybottom) could derive a morbid chuckle out of it later in life.."Haha, old chap, I called that drivel `non-detail` before I forced it down their throats, I dare say!"

As was expected, millions of unimaginative but reliably enthusiastic Indians played along, memorizing and regurgitating these non-detailed-details at whim, putting totas (parrots) to shame worldwide.

The only antidotes to the toxins of "non-detail" are the life-saving "konar" guides (elevating nut-shell wisdom to haiku-esque levels)

Managing clerk on a tea or coffee estate.

to have an accident on the road while driving or riding a bike.

The only form of denial that counts, and is used extensively by corrupt politicians as well as police officials. A denial isn't official until it is categorical.

An oversized fixture across all schools in India, this larger than life figure is usually found with a whistle strung around a neck the size of a first-world tree trunk.

Tasked with imposing a physical regimen upon recalcitrant school-kids, he immediately refocused his amorous attention on the numerous lady-teachers around him.

An abbreviated corruption of "tuck in your shirt", this expression was adopted by the Church of South India in an attempt to enforce some sartorial standards upon unkempt schoolkids in missionary schools all across India.

An imported worker, usually from a South Asian country brought in to work on unimportant IT projects.

“Morarji cola” is the Indian jargon for urine therapy after a past Prime Minister, Morarji Desai, who died at 99 years and ascribed his longevity to drinking his own urine.
Read more at: http://www.standardmedia.co.ke/lifestyle/article/2000066374/is-urine-therapy-a-twisted-concept

Hanging for your dear life on the foot board of a city bus. usually a consequence of overcrowding during rush hour and/or voluntarily to show off. Typically you get off the bus by jumping out when the bus is travelling at low speed.