Street-side food vendor serving faster-than-fast food at pocket friendly prices! Its usually a hand pulled cart with a stove/cooking gas, though you can see motorized versions too. Customers hover around the cart, stand and eat. The food is served on plates that are usually topped with a polythene sheet. Their quick-clean method of use-throw-reuse. Service is not first come first serve, the plate closest to the vendor gets served first :) Billing system is easy, you say what you ate, how much and pay for it! Taste of food is directly proportional to the crowd around the cart!

A tight slap delivered on the face esp. at cheek area near the ear (origin -kanpur, UP)

I let you sit on my shoulder; you dare pee right in my ear?

To cause me harm despite the special care and attention I offer you.

The analogy is obvious.

"bear-it-in-your-hands" place

A word used to describe sexual features (mostly females) in a mischievously indecent way, by the decent and not so very decent people(mostly males). It can be used as a compliment while conversing with someone you know, of course, and sometimes considered as eve-teasing while used as remarks on someone you don't know at all. "Wise use brings wise deeds!!"

Long evenings & weekends with no TV or internet anywhere on the horizon saw the little kids of our generation playing kunte-bille. It's the Indian version of hopscotch. It's played with a flat stone that had to be flung accurately into one of the 6 (or 8, depending on the game) squares drawn with chalk wherever you were playing. The thrower had to go hopping into each square, kicking the stone into the next square with her. As you progressed, the levels got tougher, & you had to perform more & more difficult tasks on one foot than in the previous round.

Wonderful game that greatly enhanced our motor skills. Usually played on the street, in one's verandah or just anywhere!

Kanta Bai is your house maid.Yes the one who comes to do the routine chores and probably earns more than a fresh engineering graduate.Her petticoat is usually longer than her polyester saree and she wears a blouse which has a refractive index less than a soda bottle ensuring the mole on her back doesn't go unnoticed.In your opinion she has gifted curves and a drunkard husband who might transform into a dalla at the very sight of few moolaahs.
You have never talked with her but you sometimes open door for her(your mom and Grandma busy bitching about reshma aunty in the backdrop).
Your heart skips a heartbeat at the sight of her tucked saree.
Then what you are waiting for?Go to her, tell her to clean your room,make her climb your study table,slam your door and..........

come back to normality think of your 80 year old grandma spinning wool in the mangolian plains.