Anne had invited me for TEA. I was late. I jumped into the DINGHY, rowed as fast as I could across the bay towards her BUNGALOW, and arrived to find her sitting on the VERANDAH in her CHINTZ armchair.
“I've been waiting,” she said.
“Yeah, sorry,” I muttered, “I decided to have a SHAMPOO.”
She smiled, looked at my new JODHPURS, and murmured “I like them. Very PUKKA.”
At that point, from the depths of the JUNGLE, there came a great rumbling noise, and we watched in amazement as a JUGGERNAUT appeared and crashed through a fence at the bottom of the garden.

We all understand that, don’t we, just about? All the words in caps have Hindi roots. The word juggernaut (sounds oddly Scandinavian, but isn’t) comes out of Hindi from the older Sanskrit — jagat (‘world’) + nathas (‘protector’) — and derives, it is thought, from an enormous car with hundreds of wheels which carried an idol of the god Krishna and under which devotees, it was once said, threw themselves. There’s something to think about when you’'re next stuck behind an articulated truck on the highway...