tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81723693002536199942024-03-13T08:52:27.768-07:00When US beckoned me...S.Waghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097574294579507293noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172369300253619994.post-8509622042144736352021-01-14T16:43:00.000-08:002021-01-14T16:43:01.841-08:00Jau De Na Va (Please let me go...)The song (YouTube link): Jau de na vaDialogue:O, chhote saukar, chala khelaila, aaj ravivaarach aheHey little landlord, come to play, it's Sunday today!Aai, jau ka khelaila?Nhai mhanla na..Mom, can I go to play?I said No right?Aai.. aai, aai, aai, jau de na.. eh..Mom, mom mom mom, please let me go?eh..Me sagla kaam karto na tujha? Chaitya!I do all the work that you tell me!Chaitya!Aaj S.Waghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097574294579507293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172369300253619994.post-86622118119532298752020-06-02T23:56:00.002-07:002020-06-03T00:08:23.805-07:00Good Cop, Bad Cop
It was the eve of American independence day in 2008. Barely a year in this country as international students, we received some somber news that shocked us to the core. A few of our university seniors and batch mates had been in a terrible car accident. Two of them had died instantly while the driver lay comatose in the hospital. Over the course of the year, we processed the uncomfortable detailsS.Waghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097574294579507293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172369300253619994.post-73550333542514869092020-04-28T23:34:00.002-07:002020-04-28T23:39:12.342-07:00To consume is human, to create divine?
You are born. If your parents and the hospital staff are lucky, you will produce an endearing scream to make their hearts swell. For most part, you will consume - copious amounts of attention, food, colors, smells, sounds, sights. Your senses are working overtime, so are your bowels.
You are eight. You have consumed small books by now, some music that your parents love, some movies your friendsS.Waghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097574294579507293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172369300253619994.post-79484702875114000932018-01-11T12:25:00.002-08:002018-01-11T14:21:53.549-08:00Ship of Theseus
Home.
The four storeyed, light lemon yellow and olive green/brown building, with veils of blackish moss that trickled down every monsoon. The sixteen houses, with two protruding patios, some fettered with balcony grills and the rest openly inviting in the winged denizens. The thin brick fences around the perimeter that took on the menacing form of bulkier stone and cement walls with broken S.Waghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097574294579507293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172369300253619994.post-54672772203494929992017-08-27T21:35:00.004-07:002017-08-27T21:37:14.447-07:00Harley my problem
“Popop pauz… poppoppoppop pauz.”
1:30 am. Eyes pop open. ‘Ugh, it’s probably the fan’s noise..”. Kevin punches a
button and nods off.
“Poppoppoppop pauz… poppop…”
What time was it? 2:17 am. He mops his sweaty forehead. Ah, turning off the
fan was a mistake. ‘Whirrrrr….’ Sleep takes over.
“Poppoppoppoppop pauz… poppoppoppoppoppop pauz.. Poppop..”
‘What in the name of!’ He storms out of bed, lividS.Waghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097574294579507293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172369300253619994.post-63258311076571107422014-09-26T08:43:00.000-07:002014-09-26T09:17:01.510-07:00All that twinkles is not a star
I am not sure where it all started. Or if it was anything unique about me. Every child loves to look up at the night skies with a dream to reach the stars I guess. I was no different. I just put that in words, as my first career objective.
It was a weekend outing with family and friends, at a beautiful little bungalow named 'Saavli' (Shadow) in Nagaon, a couple of hours drive to the north of S.Waghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097574294579507293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172369300253619994.post-52035081565675433342014-04-17T06:50:00.000-07:002014-09-26T08:58:19.745-07:00Bollywood Figures of Speech
Hyperbole
"Beedi jalaile jigar se piya, jigar ma badhi aag hai..."
Onomatopoeia
"Tune maari entriyaan re dil mei baji ghantiyaan re, tang tang tang tang..."
Personification
"Chand ne cheater hoke cheat kiya toh saare taare bole gili gili akka..."
Pun
"Balam pichkari jo tune mujhe maari toh seedhi saadhi kudi sharabi ho gayi..."
Alliteration
"Chandu ke chacha ne chanduki chachiko chandike S.Waghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097574294579507293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172369300253619994.post-85235528262163746842013-07-17T13:29:00.002-07:002013-07-18T10:14:37.392-07:00Justice delayed... justice denied?
It was a chilly summer evening. He was all alone, jogging back home from campus in the twilight. The road passed alongside an ecological preserve and a dilapidated warehouse. He was on the last dredges of his willpower to cover the remaining distance.
Few cars whizzed past at that hour with no cause for concern. But then, there came along a rickety rusty car that went by playing loud hip-hop. S.Waghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097574294579507293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172369300253619994.post-63078914052133768232013-02-14T15:08:00.000-08:002013-02-14T15:12:39.544-08:00[JOB POSTING] I Inc. looking to hire fake girlfriend
Requisition #: V696969 Location: Bymyside
Job Title: Fake Girlfriend Region: Tristate Area
Area of Interest: Me Level of Experience: 2+
Flexible Work Option: Yes
Job Description: I Inc. is S.Waghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097574294579507293noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172369300253619994.post-36776655716122507072012-12-05T11:03:00.000-08:002012-12-11T16:09:46.989-08:00Jeff Dunham and Ajmal, the Dead Terrorist
For those without context, check out ventriloquist Jeff Dunham's Achmed, the Dead Terrorist act. What follows is a similar satire on the execution of Ajmal Kasab for 26/11 terrorist attacks in Mumbai. Reader discretion advised.
(The following transcripts are taken from Jeff's private notes. The act was apparently rejected because it was not really funny.)
J - Good evening Ajmal
A - Goo *S.Waghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097574294579507293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172369300253619994.post-66577241279368690772012-04-18T10:57:00.003-07:002012-05-08T09:04:12.291-07:00Why Jack and Rose did not fit on the wooden plank
This image on 'imgur' has been doing the rounds of FB for a while, especially after the release of Titanic 3D. In spite of all the hoopla over why Jack couldn't be accommodated on the same wooden plank as Rose, I feel there are pressing reasons as to why it simply wasn't possible...
Titanic was released in 2D. Jack and the plank occupied different planes.
The plank was a chunk off the S.Waghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097574294579507293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172369300253619994.post-55095512134766045902011-08-17T08:02:00.000-07:002011-08-17T09:35:52.489-07:00Musings on the Anna brigade
Adjective: corrupt1. Lacking in integrity2. Not straight; dishonest or immoral or evasiveVerb: corrupt1. Degrade morally or by intemperance 2. Make illegal payments to, in exchange of favors or influence3, Place under suspicion or cast doubt upon
I find it imperative to clarify the meaning of 'corrupt' before I proceed with my diatribe. Now raise your hand if you have not been 'corrupt', in the S.Waghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097574294579507293noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172369300253619994.post-77679472776940126922011-07-17T13:47:00.000-07:002011-08-30T20:12:26.906-07:00Being Alive
My aching body begs for sleep, I decide otherwise. A quick swim in the Heart Lake to cleanse myself of mud and dirt. We spot the shimmering lake from a distance and smile. Stripped down to the bare minimum, I put my foot in the crystal clear water to judge its sting. Cold, but not freezing. We decide to endure a minute of torture to enjoy an hour of pure pleasure. I walk in, shivering at S.Waghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097574294579507293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172369300253619994.post-49801237284044422542011-05-20T22:50:00.000-07:002011-07-05T09:54:52.991-07:00Udaan
5 am buzzz. An open eye, some finger play, snooze. Another buzz at 5-30. I heaved my Philly-cheese-steak-stuffed body out of my newly bought & broken bed. Frowning at the Inamdars & Takles sound asleep, I began the ritual of scrubbing myself clean of all drowsiness & dirt while cursing the graduate school for arranging the ceremony so early on a Sunday morning. Attempting to fix my S.Waghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097574294579507293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172369300253619994.post-76448450605937035612011-03-20T01:27:00.000-07:002012-01-31T13:36:50.100-08:00Rang de Basanti!
It started with mysterious ink stains on my school uniform. They were as unavoidable as the sleazy news on TOI website these days. Probably the heydays for those fountain pens which otherwise fared miserably throughout the year. Small squirt-injections were smuggled in classrooms as preludes to the funky squirt guns being prepared for the actual event. The five minute walk to my house from S.Waghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097574294579507293noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172369300253619994.post-55113570661548734572011-03-06T15:53:00.000-08:002011-03-23T09:36:44.587-07:00Pitter PatterI lie on the bed spreadeagled, eager to enter the 'The chamber of secrets' in a cozy cottage overlooking the Lonavala dam. It's the end of May, and the long drive in the scorching sun has made me itchy all over. I look out the window lazily spotting the sunlit green hill in front of the lake. I read a few pages and glance out again. The hill is gone! Not a trace! I sprint to the balcony as I S.Waghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097574294579507293noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172369300253619994.post-61721776113870856712011-02-25T14:09:00.000-08:002011-02-25T14:09:05.176-08:00Tinkle Tinkle, Little Star...I am ashamed of the fact that I hadn't heard of Uncle Pai until my facebook feed conglomerated of messages announcing his demise. Little respite lies in the fact that as a child we aren't used to keep track of the authors behind the wonderful world of fiction we engage ourselves in. Oh, wait a minute... Enid Blyton? Agatha Cristie? Now that I think of it, aren't foreign authors' names displayed S.Waghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097574294579507293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172369300253619994.post-58500390216224661702010-12-25T16:24:00.000-08:002010-12-25T16:24:46.551-08:00Wagh Coaching Classes
When US beckoned me by Siddharth Wagh is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.S.Waghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097574294579507293noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172369300253619994.post-471929584566883542010-12-23T10:17:00.000-08:002010-12-23T12:44:35.715-08:00Desi Migration
Desi Migration is the regular seasonal journey undertaken by the desi species of humans. The mass movement may include those made in response to depleting homemade food, changes in weather & daytime, dwindling financial resources or as an alternative to hibernation. But the prime reason for migration can be attributed to emotional upheavals resulting from long distant family relationships.
S.Waghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097574294579507293noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172369300253619994.post-10200778999512335332010-11-25T11:40:00.000-08:002010-12-23T12:35:48.044-08:00Bliss...
Atop a cliff. Facing a vast expanse of land, or water. The deep blue sea shimmers in the golden light scattered by the morning sun. I lie dressed in loose casuals on a thin cotton quilt spread over partly wilted grass, the warm earth massaging the sore muscles and the sunlight nourishing them. My eyes sparkle at the book held open by my fingers, narrating wondrous stories about seen or unseen S.Waghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097574294579507293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172369300253619994.post-1308870229307760742010-10-11T17:42:00.000-07:002010-10-12T16:28:49.485-07:00Naruto Shippuden Shippuden...
Koi nahi hai kamre mein,Kya haseen mila hai pal...Aaj Naruto dekhne do,Kaam baaki karenge kal...
Jao baba jao,Guilty na feel karaao..Sushi leke aao,Milke khaaye hum aur tum...
Naruto Shippuden Shippuden... Naruto Shippuden Shippuden..Naruto Shippuden Shippuden... Naruto Shippuden Shippuden..
Sakura kahe, Sasuke lauta do,
Is tarah se na mujhko saza do...
Naruto kahe, Jaane bhi do na,
Hai kasam S.Waghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097574294579507293noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172369300253619994.post-57122074933760475522010-10-06T17:32:00.000-07:002010-12-23T12:37:02.934-08:00BE A MARDDD... Do the Right Thing!
This post is in active response to the recently circulating video, or in the words of the video-makers, a public service message issued in the interest of all indian males [Link]. It is definitely no more than a publicity gimmick by 'Haywards 5000' to instigate the "true men" into buying their product and I wouldn't have ordinarily cared to object to its meaningless sermons. But somehow it has S.Waghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097574294579507293noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172369300253619994.post-28839106543993937212010-07-07T14:56:00.000-07:002010-12-23T12:38:20.075-08:00Two wheels & a free spirit
My furnace-like home threatened to roast me like a stuffed turkey on one fine hot Jersey day. I picked up Jay's steely Schwinn in one spontaneous thrust & climbed down the block to rouse my lethargic spirit. Setting my Woodland feet to pedals, I rode out under the stark sunlight racing to the shadows of Johnson Park. Down the Cedar slope, towards the River Road signal, I let the wind caress S.Waghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097574294579507293noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172369300253619994.post-9369173946241376952010-07-05T07:28:00.000-07:002010-12-23T12:40:49.637-08:00The mind that colors the cradle...Racism is tricky business. There is a whole gray area between comments that are racist and ones which aren't, and it can be quite a task to separate the husk from the grains. At one time, you may withhold a statement as a truism, only to be later assailed by some thought or incident which negates your basic premise.
For instance, there was a time when I used to take offense at someone calling anS.Waghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097574294579507293noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172369300253619994.post-19296436167471774372010-04-29T08:49:00.000-07:002010-12-23T12:44:01.842-08:00Thank YouDear Recruiter,
Thank you for your disinterest in my qualifications for the Software Engineer position at your company. I carefully reviewed your background and experience, and I regret to inform you that I am unable to accept your rejection letter at this time.
This year, I have been inundated with offers of rejection from candidates spanning a wide range of software and financial firms. I S.Waghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01097574294579507293noreply@blogger.com3