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.
- 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 Next Token in the Scraping Queue.
☆ Witful Warmth# 74 ☆
☆ Satire ☆ The Next Token in the Scraping Queue… ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆
In that God-forsaken backyard veranda, right where the post-wedding junk and crippled chairs were enjoying their retirement benefits, she was busy counting her final breaths. She—the legendary savior who once guarded the family’s social status by sweeping every bit of dirt with her chest—was now crouched against the wall like a discarded floor rag. Her plastic fibers and twigs were scattered like the shattered dreams of a middle-aged father whose kids just moved to Canada. She and I were basically twins. As long as our spines could take the load, we carried everyone’s garbage and gifted them spotless corners. But the moment our discs slipped, the darkness of the dump welcomed us with open arms. It is the golden rule of capitalist affection. As long as you are useful, you are the deity of the threshold. The moment your warranty expires, you become the clutter that needs to be Marie Kondo-ed out of existence. Looking at her dust-covered remains, I was hit by severe nostalgia of my own glory days when people actually respected my presence, compared to now, when they just trip over me and swear.
Late at night, while the entire household was comfortably snoring on memory-foam mattresses, a bizarre rustling echoed from that dark corner. If you listened closely, it was not an emotional sob, but the dry, tragic friction of one broken twig hitting another. I peeked through the window only to find the lady of the house standing tall, armed with a shiny, newly unboxed vacuum cleaner. With the grace of a professional footballer, she kicked that old bundle of twigs straight into the municipal garbage truck. As she departed, that broom managed to flick her remaining dust right into my face, leaving behind a silent, haunting reminder.
“Today it is me, tomorrow it is you.”
Right on cue, the lady’s shrill voice cut through the silence from the living room.
“Hey, can you please fire this old servant too? He makes too much noise and is just wasting premium carpet area.”
My soul instantly left my body. The broom was officially gone, but before leaving, she had successfully delivered the ultimate spoiler alert for the rest of my life.
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