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 – The WhatsApp Disaster.
☆ Witful Warmth# 73 ☆
☆ Satire ☆ The WhatsApp Disaster… ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆
Let’s be honest, Mark Zuckerberg’s “This message was deleted” feature on WhatsApp is less of a convenience and more of a home-wrecking disaster. On apps like Instagram or Facebook, you can quietly unsend a message and pretend it never happened, like washing your sins away in a river. But WhatsApp is like that loud, gossiping neighborhood aunty who points at you and screams, “Look everyone, he just hid something!” It does not let you escape your mistakes peacefully; instead, it leaves a glowing neon sign pointing right at your digital secrets.
My biggest daily disaster is that my current girlfriend’s name is Riya, and my ex-girlfriend’s name was Priya. Sometimes my fingers just slip, and I accidentally type “I love you, Priya,” which means I have to quickly delete it before she sees. Now, Riya might not remember a single thing from her school syllabus, but she is a walking Wikipedia of my WhatsApp history. She constantly yells at me, saying, “Listen, Suri! You have deleted 312 messages and edited 171 this month. What are you hiding? Your character is totally sketchy!”
When it comes to WhatsApp, girls instantly switch into an extreme FBI detective mode. The moment they spot that deleted message signboard, their inner Sherlock Holmes wakes up to investigate. They calculate the exact time difference between your “Last Seen” and your “Online” status like NASA scientists tracking a rocket into space. If they see “Typing…” for a second and then it disappears, their blood pressure skyrockets, and they immediately take screenshots to start a serious panel discussion in their friends’ group chat.
To make matters worse, their daily routine runs entirely upside down. When the whole world is peacefully sleeping, they wake up at 2:30 AM with their eyes wide open like night owls. This begins the endless, sleepy midnight phone calls where they dig up a two-year-old chat to argue that you are losing interest in them. But the funniest part is that as soon as the sun rises and the rest of the world rushes to school or work, these ladies pull up their blankets and sleep like a log until 2:00 PM!
Last night, the water finally went over my head and I reached my absolute breaking point. At exactly 3:14 AM, Riya started crying over those same 312 deleted messages again, refusing to listen to logic. I tried to explain that it was just a simple typo and she was making a mountain out of a molehill, but she wasn’t having it. She loudly accused me of trying to get back together with Priya and gave me a strict ultimatum: either magically bring those deleted messages back or forget her forever.
With my brain completely fried and turned to mush from the midnight drama, I decided to take drastic action. I opened my phone settings, went straight to the app manager, and uninstalled WhatsApp forever. I thought to myself that without the app, there would be no more deleted messages, no more typing anxiety, and definitely no more midnight complaints. I went to sleep feeling victorious, believing I had finally escaped this digital warzone and could live peacefully.
The next morning, however, I woke up to loud banging on my door and found Riya standing there with a huge smile, a thermos of hot tea, and my favorite biscuits. She happily thanked me for making the “ultimate digital sacrifice” by leaving the gossiping world of WhatsApp just to prove my love to her. Before I could even speak, she dropped a massive bomb: she had already told her father, who was so impressed by a boy “murdering his WhatsApp” for loyalty that he had invited me over to finalize our marriage! The very app I deleted to escape her drama had just pushed me directly into a wedding trap.
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