Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’
Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra, known for his wit and wisdom, is a prolific writer, renowned satirist, children’s literature author, and poet. He has undertaken the monumental task of writing, editing, and coordinating a total of 55 books for the Telangana government at the primary school, college, and university levels. His editorial endeavors also include online editions of works by Acharya Ramchandra Shukla.
As a celebrated satirist, Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra has carved a niche for himself, with over eight million viewers, readers, and listeners tuning in to his literary musings on the demise of a teacher on the Sahitya AajTak channel. His contributions have earned him prestigious accolades such as the Telangana Hindi Academy’s Shreshtha Navyuva Rachnakaar Samman in 2021, presented by the honorable Chief Minister of Telangana, Mr. Chandrashekhar Rao. He has also been honored with the Vyangya Yatra Ravindranath Tyagi Stairway Award and the Sahitya Srijan Samman, alongside recognition from Prime Minister Narendra Modi and various other esteemed institutions.
Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra’s journey is not merely one of literary accomplishments but also a testament to his unwavering dedication, creativity, and profound impact on society. His story inspires us to strive for excellence, to use our talents for the betterment of others, and to leave an indelible mark on the world.
Some precious moments of life
- Honoured with ‘Shrestha Navayuvva Rachnakar Samman’ by former Chief Minister of Telangana Government, Shri K. Chandrasekhar Rao.
- Honoured with Oscar, Grammy, Jnanpith, Sahitya Akademi, Dadasaheb Phalke, Padma Bhushan and many other awards by the most revered Gulzar sahab (Sampurn Singh Kalra), the lighthouse of the world of literature and cinema, during the Sahitya Suman Samman held in Mumbai.
- Meeting the famous litterateur Shri Vinod Kumar Shukla Ji, honoured with Jnanpith Award.
- Got the privilege of meeting Mr. Perfectionist of Bollywood, actor Aamir Khan.
- Meeting the powerful actor Vicky Kaushal on the occasion of being honoured by Vishva Katha Rangmanch.
Today we present his Satire – Mechanical Motherhood.
☆ Witful Warmth# 65 ☆
☆ Satire ☆ Mechanical Motherhood… ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆
That afternoon in Ratlam wasn’t just weather; it was like a long, exhausted yawn of a burning government file. The sun was spitting fireballs across the sky, much like a brand-new officer slamming ‘Urgent’ stamps on dusty old folders. The dogs wandering near the municipal dustbins were under the huge delusion that they were first-class citizens of ‘Independent India.’ Poor fools! They didn’t know that to be a citizen in this republic, two legs aren’t enough. You need a ration card and the basic qualification of having taken at least one dip in the holy river of corruption. Being a dog is the greatest moral crime in this country because it follows that old-fashioned loyalty which our system has long ago declared ‘outdated’ and tossed into the trash.
On that same melting tar road, ‘Modernity’ zoomed past on a two-wheeler, moving with a speed as fast and hollow as election promises. Two ‘civilized’ women were riding the scooter—the kind who look like they memorized and then tore up all chapters of kindness and religion in childhood so that no ‘confusion’ remains. Tied to the back was a rope, and at the end of that rope was a puppy, who was under the impression that he was out for a ‘walk.’ The puppy hadn’t yet learned how to ‘bark’ properly, but he was being given international-level training in how to ‘drag.’ As the scooter speeded up, his tiny paws began to rub against the road, just like a widow’s pension application rubs against the stairs of a government office. The woman on the back seat would glance at him occasionally, like a pro tax officer checking an honest man’s pocket to see if any ‘balance’ was left.
In our great nation, ‘Motherhood’ has been advertised so much that it now exists only in commercials and political slogans. The motherhood sitting on that scooter had probably left its ‘duty’ behind at some traffic signal after bribing a cop. The puppy’s skin was peeling off, and the tar road was turning red with his blood, looking like a map of a ‘Smart City.’ People passed by as if a VIP convoy was moving, where bowing your head is the only guarantee of safety. In India, ‘Ignoring’ is a national art in which we are all born gold-medalists. If you can watch a life gasping on the road and not stop chewing your tobacco, believe me, you deserve to be declared the most ‘mature’ and ‘experienced’ citizen of this democracy. Sensitivity here is just a ‘device’ that is switched ‘on’ only while taking a selfie.
The puppy was finished, the scooter stopped, and the woman tossed him into the bushes exactly like a politician tosses his manifesto after winning an election—wipe the evidence and move on. The next day, the same woman was sitting in her air-conditioned room, getting teary-eyed watching ‘the horrors of war’ on TV. “Oh God! How cruel the world has become!” she sighed. Just then, her teacup slipped, and she screamed at her servant as if he wasn’t a human, but ‘sin’ itself in person. Outside the window, the bloodstain on the scooter tire was laughing out loud. That stain knew how thin this coat of civilization is, and that the pride of being ‘human’ is actually buried under that lifeless piece of meat which we crush every day under the wheels of ‘progress.’
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