Khichdi is comfort food -- daal-chaval (rice and lentils) stewed together in a pressure cooker, often with spices and vegetables.

But it's also a versatile descriptive word, used to describe situations in which things are a hodge-podge jumble, or when something unsightly is happening.

From the greatbong:

Thanda lege jaabe. Translation: You will catch a cold. Bengalis love Nature. After all, about 36.4% of their rhymeless poems, scribbled on the back of cigarette cartons and paper napkins, are about its assorted glories. (The rest are about Prem or love). But Nature, the heartless seductress, remains cold to them. Literally. Wise men have not been able to find out what exactly it is about the Bengali genetic structure that makes them as susceptible to the common cold as Raina is to the short ball. Whatever be the reason, Bengalis are mortally afraid of catching the chill. And for good reason. Which is why when the mercury dips oh-so-slightly, you will find them wandering about in gear that would look excessive at the North Pole—brown monkey caps, grey sweaters (typically called “pullovers”) yards of mufflers and woolen socks. The Bengali might keep the windows of his mind open (like the legendary Sidhu-jyatha of Feluda lore) but, come spring, will definitely keep the windows of his room closed. Because the first breeze of spring, as his grandmother used to tell them, is deadly (praanghati).

Word used to describe Mr. Narendra Modi for his penchant for braggadocio regarding his achievements. Derived from the Hindi word (Phenku) which literally means: someone who throws. Usually used for someone who is bullshitting.

Made popular as a twitter hashtag and is now used to refer to him and his pronouncements (sometimes even on Television). His supporters known as Sanghis, inspired by him have a similar penchant for even greater levels of braggadocio for e.g. Petrol will be available for Rs. 10 a litre once Feku comes to power.
Feku said that the school drop-out rate is less than 2% (when actually it is closer to 7%)
Feku says that all the Okra eaten in Europe comes from his state.

Male version of dented and painted. Appa tucker is a middle aged mad in tight jeans and a slim-fit t-shirt, his hair-dyed while he pretends to be young and fresh. He is also used and damaged mostly because he is over the hill. Instead of embracing his age, he thinks he is still sexy and appealing. Upon graduation from this stage (when the pot belly really bulges from the shirt), he becomes a naughty indian uncle

A unique *Paleologism* (as opposed to a neologism) to offer for general consumption. It dates back to the 1800's, to the times of Lord Macaulay, (Peace be on his 'Sole' !) still in extensive use. It is the "Hue & Cry Notice" , published in all the English Language Broadsheets of India; invariably accompanied with the photograph of a bloated, decomposed, deformed beyond recognition, corpse of unknown provenance. The implied appeal, is for the 'Mango-Man' (Aam Aadmi) to come forward & help identify the 'dear departed'.

In Bongla, kaan = ear. Chautiya = way of saying chutiya (sort of).

Literally, ear fucker. Implication is, fellow's dick is so small, he is literally suited only to fuck the ear canal.

Phuchka is also known as pani puri, but more popularly called phuchka in kolkata. This is a hollow ball of fried semolina and filled with mashed potatoes and Tamarine water.

People from Odisha (Previously Orissa)

popular anytime snack available at corner tea stalls.

The POMO man or the Post-Modern Man in the Indian context is not unlike the POMO chick. He comes from an upwardly mobile family, has spent some time in foreign lands and has returned to the motherland in search of meaning, identity and love. He is sexually restless as he dreams of exotic ferang women he could have slept with had he not come back to India but secretly wants to settle down with a good Indian girl (see traditional with modern outlook). He cares deeply about seeming interesting. Therefore he does not authentically engage with any one thing and is trapped in the shallow and superficial existence of a dilettante. He douses his existential angst with lots of black label and thanni sessions at the Bangalore Club where he might wax eloquent on a topics of no consequence. His biggest fear is that despite his Ivy League education and strong opinions about French New Wave Cinema, he is now developing a small pot-belly and is becoming exactly like his father - mediocre and fat. At times he feels he is not "Indian" enough and might go out of his way to embrace the "real India." However, these efforts are futile and short-lived.

And God Forbid he accosts the POMO chick. When they meet, only one of two things can happen. Either they are overcome by complete derision for each other and internally combust or they briefly put kai to satiate their loneliness ultimately leading to lau failure of epic proportions. This lau failure might become the subject of bad poetry or might propel the POMO Man to 'find himself' by engaging in trite forms of self-discovery like sending home his ayah and learning how to cook and clean because "there is nothing like working with your hands."