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 – Electoral Frogs.
☆ Witful Warmth# 92 ☆
☆ Satire ☆ Electoral Frogs… ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆
The first shower of the monsoon had not even touched the earth yet when a sudden stir gripped the filthy gutters of neighborhood politics, and the white-collared creatures, famously hailed as the ‘protectors of democracy,’ began crawling out of their burrows to croak. The self-proclaimed leader of our neighborhood—whose kurta-pyjama possessed a whiteness that could put even milk to shame—suddenly began prostrating himself from house to house as if the Almighty Himself resided upon every single doorstep. His smile bore that distinct artificiality found only on expired sweet boxes, and his words dripped with a honey of ‘development’ so enticing that the gullible public stood ready to lick it, completely forgetting their long-standing bitterness. The dust blanketing the alleys had now integrated into an electoral strategy, where every swirling particle bore witness to some grand promise. The troupe of sycophants, holding flags in their hands, appeared so disciplined as though they had just returned yesterday with Olympic gold medals, whereas in reality, their race was confined merely to free alcohol and packets of biryani.
In the second act of this spectacle, as the clamor of campaigning reached its crescendo, the broken roads of the neighborhood were overnight transformed on paper into velvet carpets, and claims were made that holy Ganges water would now flow from defunct taps. Netaji addressed a public gathering where, pounding his chest, he grandly proclaimed that if he won, every child in the neighborhood would directly tour outer space, and an ‘Immortality Scheme’ would be launched for the elderly. A few intellectuals seated among the audience, proving that their brains had turned to stone, clapped enthusiastically, while the neighborhood stray dog, who had been listening to identical speeches for the past five elections, sat quietly in a corner with his tail tucked between his legs, pondering the collapse of the system. The statistics recorded in the official files danced so wildly that even experts from the department of statistics would have beaten their heads in despair, but here, a trade of emotions was underway where logic held no place. The posters plastered across every wall depicted Netaji’s face with such innocence that even Yamraj, the God of Death, would have been deceived upon looking at him and changed his route.
On the eve of the election, Netaji organized a secret ritual to guarantee his victory, and the moment he offered the final sacrifice into the holy fire, the entire neighborhood was illuminated by a bizarre light. The next morning, when the voters arrived at the polling booth, they discovered that instead of an election official, Netaji himself was seated near the EVM machine in the form of a gargantuan frog, his eyes rotating constantly like CCTV cameras. The moment people pressed the button, instead of a standard ‘beep’, a loud ‘croak-croak’ echoed from the machine, and instead of indelible ink, a sticky green substance smeared onto the voters’ fingers—one that refused to wash away. Suddenly, that monstrous frog darted its long tongue out and, in a single flash, whipped away and swallowed all the hard-earned money from the voter’s pocket. The terror escalated further when the frog burst into a roaring laughter in a human voice and mocked, “The vote belongs to you, but the note and the belly belong to me!”—and within the blink of an eye, it swallowed the entire polling station building whole. In the end, nothing remained but a barren, empty field where tatters of Netaji’s white kurta fluttered in the wind, and the public stood frozen in sheer bewilderment, staring blankly at the unremovable green stain on their fingers.
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