Takalaf: the concerted act of being polite/formal/gracious/hospitable.
Desis are notorious for takalaf which though translatable is not fully understood without seeing how it plays out in the desi world:
If you see a jolly family of desis having a nice amiable dinner at say, Macaroni Grill, and then 10 minutes later see a road runner scene as two grown men chase each other around the table one holding the bill high out of reach and the other flaying a credit card after him because both insist on paying: Mutual Takalaf.
If at a dinner you have the strong inclination to gorge yourself on biryani until your stomach needs to be pumped at the hospital but eat only a plateful because you’re afraid the pan might empty of biryani and you don’t want to burden your host with replenishing the tray: Self Induced Takalaf.
If you stopped at a friend’s to drop off a CD and the mother proceeds to yank you out of the car, drag you in the home, plop you on a sofa and feed you chai with an assortment of biscuits while monitoring your bites: Auntie Takalafed you.
If you tell your MIL as she hands you a bag of frozen goat to take home, that you don’t want goat meat because you don’t like the taste and cant get the image of lamp chops out of your head (and yes lamb chops was a) not a goat b) but a puppet c) therefore not a real animal in any way shape or form, but still) nor do you care for its smell and insist you don’t want it but get a smile from MIL as she opens your car door and plops aforementioned goat meat for you to take with: Presumed Takalaf.
So thanks to Takalaf and desis who practice it entirely too much, I have approximately twelve pounds of goat meat in my very teeny freezer that I am just not sure what to do with. Any good goat recipes? Sigh