Goatee-style beard, apparently made popular by uptight French colonizers. The diff
erence between looking like a goat or Lavoisier lies in the width of the facial foliage. Very popular with the 37-43 age group, therefore a reliable metric of midlife crisis.

If you have black money stashed in your swiss account and your children were or are raised by maids from the north east or some other poor states and when you go out for dinner your maids trail your wife holding on to the kids who are most definitely going to grow up to be barre baap ki bigdi hui aulaad.
Then it is very likely that you also own a farmhouse or are regulars at farmhouse parties.
These farmhouse are anything but farms, they are a legal ploy for rich people to own large tracts of land in urban cities at throwaway prices by claiming that they are farmers and the land is a farm, because then the land is subsidised and the tax payed is very low.
What happens in farmhouses stays in farmhouses.

The French certainly leave a strange scent in India. Presumably they came, they puffed a lot of beedis, and all that remained when the smoke cleared was "Pondicherry". But no matter how hard I try to pronounce it the "right" way... Paw (nasal) - Di (pucker up) - SheyKHKHKHeee (grind the back of that throat I say!) it just doesn't make sense. I guess that legacy has been erased (with a rubber would be my guess), and so completely rewritten that it makes little sense to fall into the tempting pattern of making fun of the French that the rest of the world derives so much satisfaction from.

Yet this is exactly what it feels like in dubbing the ridiculousness I am about to describe as "French Cricket" - an unwarranted nationwide dig at a harmless nation of modern day tourists and hippy locals. Of course the other more reasonable explanation is that the Brits made this up. The scoundrels!

Frech cricket is sedentary. You stand in place with your legs tied together with imaginary twine making them the target for the tennis ball (taw-nee, if you're french and reading this, s'il vous plait) that will be harmlessly tossed toward your legs with a lazy underhand motion (think softball played by drunk old italian men). Your objective with the bat is to flick the ball away with the aim of scoring runs. How you ask? Well, you simply circulate the bat around yourself by switching it from hand to hand, clockwise or anti-clockwise it matters not. If, in the process of manufacturing a revolution, the wily fielder standing a few feet away manages to strike your legs with the ball, you are out! And you can continue standing absolutely still but a little to the side. And without the bat. Or an objective.

Why is this even played one might ponder. Isn't the essence of a game the inherent challenge? That intangible that rouses the spirit in a human? Upon further reflection one might realize that the challenge in French Cricket is contextual and self-fulfilling. If your pot belly is so large that it makes moot an actual cricket match, then it is also so large as to obscure a direct line of sight to your legs and pose a significant threat to circumnavigation. Therein lies that ephemeral war cry that exhorts us to action.

Popular pick up phrase with dehati social media enthusiasts. Unsuccessfully used by male facebook/orkut users to lure female users with pretty profile pics.Often accompanied with the catch phrase 'Hai der' a synonym for 'Hi Dear'. (a possible hint that I want your frainship, but feel free to flirt with me on the Instant Messanger or webcam )

Comes from the pathan word firangi which means foreigner. Used to describe Caucasians usually.