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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. Today we present his Satire Behold the Mighty Over-Loaded Auto: A Hilarious Adventure in Absurdity. 

☆ Witful Warmth # 16 ☆

☆ Satire ☆ Behold the Mighty Over-Loaded Auto: A Hilarious Adventure in Absurdity ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

He sat behind the wheel of his trusty old auto, a beast of burden that had seen better days. The poor vehicle creaked and groaned under the weight of its passengers and cargo, but the driver paid no mind. He was a man on a mission, determined to cram as many people and items into his already over-loaded auto as possible.

The auto itself was a sight to behold, with its sagging suspension and battered exterior. It looked like it had been through a war, and in a way, it had. It had fought valiantly against the forces of gravity and common sense, bravely carrying its heavy burden from one destination to another. But on this particular day, it seemed to be on the verge of surrender.

The driver, oblivious to the protests of his struggling vehicle, continued to load it up with more and more passengers. They squeezed into every available inch of space, their laughter mingling with the ominous creaks and groans of the straining auto. It was a scene straight out of a slapstick comedy, with people hanging out of windows and clinging to the roof for dear life.

But the driver was undeterred. He saw no problem with cramming his auto full to bursting, confident in his ability to navigate the streets despite the fact that he could barely see over the mountain of bodies in front of him. It was a feat of sheer willpower and determination, and he was determined to see it through to the end.

As the auto lurched and swayed under the weight of its cargo, the driver chuckled to himself. He had always prided himself on his ability to pack a crowd into his vehicle, and today was no exception. He had outdone himself this time, breaking his own record for the most over-loaded auto in town.

But as the auto rounded a corner at breakneck speed, disaster struck. The overloaded vehicle tipped precariously to one side, threatening to spill its human cargo onto the street below. Panic ensued as passengers clung to each other for support, their screams echoing through the air.

But the driver was quick to act. With a deft maneuver, he managed to right the auto and bring it to a screeching halt. His passengers tumbled out of the vehicle, gasping for breath and clutching their chests in relief. It was a narrow escape, but they had survived the ordeal with only a few bruises and a newfound respect for the laws of physics.

As the dust settled and the chaos subsided, the driver surveyed the scene with a smug smile. He had proven once again that he was the undisputed king of the over-loaded auto, a master of mayhem and madness on the streets of the city. He basked in the adulation of his passengers, who hailed him as a hero for his daring exploits. 

But deep down, he knew that he had pushed his luck too far this time. The auto was barely holding together, its engine wheezing and coughing like an old man on his deathbed. It was clear that it could not withstand another journey of such epic proportions, and the driver knew that it was time to retire his trusty steed.

And so, with a heavy heart and a tear in his eye, he bid farewell to his faithful auto, a true warrior in the battle against common sense. It had served him well over the years, but its time had come to an end. As he watched it drive away for the last time, he knew that he would never forget the wild ride they had shared together.

And so, the legend of the over-loaded auto lived on, a cautionary tale of greed and folly in a world gone mad. But for the driver and his passengers, it would always be a source of laughter and joy, a memory to cherish for a lifetime. And who knows? Perhaps one day, he would find another trusty steed to carry him on new adventures, and the cycle of madness would begin anew.

But for now, he was content to stand on the sidewalk and watch as the overloaded auto disappeared into the distance, a battered and broken relic of a bygone era. And as he walked away, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at the absurdity of it all. After all, who needs common sense when you have an overloaded auto and a sense of humor to match?

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© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Contact : Mo. +91 73 8657 8657, Email : [email protected]

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. Today we present his Satire The Guru’s Empty Promise. 

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☆ Satire ☆ The Guru’s Empty Promise ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

In a tiny, run-down village in rural India, there lived a man named Ramu who was constantly plagued by the curse of poverty. His thatched roof hut barely protected him from the harsh elements, and his family often went to bed hungry, their stomachs grumbling with hunger. Ramu worked tirelessly as a farmer, tilling the barren land with his rusty plow in the hopes of producing a meager harvest to sustain his family.

One day, Ramu decided that enough was enough. He was tired of living in squalor while the rich landowners in the neighboring villages lived in luxury. He had heard stories of a mystical guru who claimed to possess the power to rid people of their poverty. Desperate for a change in his fortune, Ramu set off on a journey to find the guru.

After trekking through dense forests and crossing treacherous rivers, Ramu finally arrived at the guru’s abode. The guru, a portly man with a twinkle in his eye, welcomed Ramu with open arms and promised to help him overcome his poverty. Ramu was overjoyed and believed that his troubles were finally coming to an end.

The guru instructed Ramu to perform a series of bizarre rituals, including standing on one leg for hours on end and chanting strange incantations. Despite the physical strain and mental exhaustion, Ramu persevered, believing that his efforts would be rewarded with untold riches.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, but Ramu’s situation did not improve. His crops continued to fail, and his family remained on the brink of starvation. In a desperate plea for help, Ramu approached the guru and asked him why his fortunes had not changed despite his best efforts.

The guru, with a knowing smile, replied, “My dear Ramu, poverty is not just a physical condition, but a state of mind. Only when you rid yourself of the shackles of your own mindset can you truly be free from poverty.”

Ramu was taken aback by the guru’s words. He had expected a quick fix to his financial woes, not a lecture on the power of positive thinking. Feeling disillusioned and defeated, Ramu returned to his village, resigned to his fate as a perpetually poor farmer.

As the days passed, Ramu watched in bitterness as the rich landowners in the neighboring villages flaunted their wealth, driving fancy cars and dining in lavish restaurants. He cursed his luck and wished for a miracle to lift him out of poverty once and for all.

But as fate would have it, no such miracle came. Ramu’s crops continued to fail, and his family’s hunger grew deeper with each passing day. In a last-ditch effort to salvage his situation, Ramu decided to seek out the guru once again.

This time, however, the guru was nowhere to be found. Word had spread that he had disappeared into the mountains, leaving behind a trail of disillusioned followers. Ramu felt a pang of regret for putting his faith in the hands of a charlatan, but he also realized that true wealth could not be bestowed upon him by anyone but himself.

And so, Ramu returned to his humble hut, determined to make the best of his situation. He worked tirelessly in the fields, planting seeds of hope and perseverance instead of crops. Slowly but surely, his fortunes began to change. The rains came, the sun shone, and his harvest flourished like never before.

Ramu had finally learned the valuable lesson that true wealth does not come from material possessions, but from the strength of character and the resilience of spirit. And as he sat under the shade of a bountiful mango tree, enjoying the fruits of his labor, he realized that he was richer than he had ever been before.

The moral of the story? Poverty is a state of mind, and true wealth can only be attained through hard work, determination, and a positive outlook on life. So the next time you find yourself cursing your fate, remember the story of Ramu and his journey from rags to riches – not in terms of material possessions, but in terms of inner peace and contentment. And beware of gurus promising quick fixes to your problems – sometimes, their promises are as empty as their words.

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© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Contact : Mo. +91 73 8657 8657, Email : [email protected]

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. Today we present his Satire Chronicles of Fly-over. 

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☆ Satire ☆ Chronicles of Fly-over ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

Whenever I venture out onto the streets, there’s always a new flyover in sight. It feels like a game called ‘development’ is being played by some stranger. The government is busy basking in its own glory, contractors and engineers are looting in the name of commissions, and the common people are bearing the brunt of their actions. Toll booth operators seem to be lying in wait, ready to pounce on any vehicle that passes by.

Politics and Flyovers

Once upon a time, in Vikas Nagar, a flyover was being constructed. The local MLA, Mahesh Babu, claimed that this flyover would permanently solve the traffic problem in the area. But halfway through construction, elections came and a new government took over. The new minister, Suresh Ji, declared the old flyover useless, had it demolished, and ordered a new one to be built. This game has been going on for seventy years. I think, governments are like flyovers too. One government builds its power structure by toppling an MP, and another party takes it down through the courts. This game never ends.

The World Beneath the Flyover

The world beneath the flyover is strange. It’s like a whole different city exists there – illegal video coaches, shady characters, tea stalls, dhabas, beggars, stray dogs, tempos and rickshaws, and the cheap night workers. The scene is the same under every metro station too. The administration, the government, everyone turns a blind eye. Local leaders are busy chasing vote banks. The police are preoccupied with extortion. Who cares if there’s no roof over your head, the flyover’s roof is there for you.

The State of Rural Roads

In the village of Dhulpur, I asked a villager, “How are the roads in your village?” He replied, “Just like my health, the health of my village roads is full of potholes.” Flyovers were being built around his village, but no one cared about the village roads. This scene is everywhere – villages and hamlets remain below, while roads pass above them.

The Struggle of the Laborers

Near Dhulpur, a laborer named Sita was working under the scorching sun, lifting heavy loads while her child lay under a tree. The site supervisor, Ramu, thought, “If I present this young laborer to the boss, the fake bills will get approved instantly.” But she’s not as easy to convince anymore. The road roller was making a noise like a helicopter. In the intense heat, Sita was thinking if she got paid today, she could light the stove from the Ujjwala scheme; otherwise, she’d have to make do with dung cakes and wood.

One day, Ramu noticed that Sita’s child had fallen ill. She approached Ramu, hoping for her payment. Seeing her situation, Ramu gave her a portion of his commission. Sita’s child got a bit better, but the flyover work stalled. Ramu had no choice but to think of new schemes to reclaim his commission.

The Government’s Hide-and-Seek

The locals steal cement, gravel, and sand at night for their own use. The guard tries to scare them off but is silenced with a small bribe. Billions in contracts, millions in commissions, and yet the same philosophical question: “What did you bring, and what will you take with you?” The poor labourer drinks water and goes to the supervisor for her payment, but the bill isn’t passed. She lights a fire under the half-constructed flyover to cook a meal.

After this flyover is finished, there’s another job to find elsewhere. There won’t be work in MGNREGA. Let’s develop with flyovers!

This is the story of development – where roads become smooth, and human lives become rough. Roads are built for the king’s ride, and common people are left to die. As long as flyovers keep getting built, this game will continue – and the face of development will keep dancing before us.

© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Contact : Mo. +91 73 8657 8657, Email : [email protected]

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. Today we present his satire The Tale of a Donkey in Modern India. 

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☆ Satire ☆ The Tale of a Donkey in Modern India ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

In a village, there lived a simple and straightforward donkey named Gadharam. Gadharam was extremely hardworking, tirelessly working in his owner’s fields day and night. The villagers respected him because he never complained and was always dedicated to his work. But is there truly no place for hard work and honesty in today’s world?

One day, Gadharam’s owner thought, “Why not take Gadharam to the city and use him there?” Hearing this, Gadharam became very excited. He thought, “I will enjoy the glitz and comfort of city life.” But is the city’s glitter truly better than the simplicity of the village?

Gadharam was taken to the city and handed over to a big industrialist. The industrialist looked at Gadharam and laughed, saying, “This donkey will be perfect for our office.” Now, think about it, how can a donkey be considered perfect for an office? Isn’t this a satire on the modern mindset?

Gadharam was given a new responsibility – to carry documents and files around the office. City office life was completely different. Gadharam saw that people there were known not for their work but for their cunning and cleverness. In the office, everyone praised each other, but behind their backs, they did not hesitate to criticize. Is this really the path to progress?

Gadharam showed full dedication and effort in his work, but the office people never took him seriously. They always tried to belittle him. One day, an employee told Gadharam, “Hey Gadharam, you are very hardworking, but in this office, work is done not by hard work but by cunning.” Is this something to learn or a punchline?

Gadharam thought, “Maybe I am not understanding how things work here.” He tried to change himself. Now, he too got involved in office politics. But is it right to abandon honesty and truth to succeed?

Gadharam now started walking the path of cunning and deceit. But even then, his colleagues never accepted him. The office people began to trouble him even more. They kept him tangled in minor tasks so that he could never succeed in his actual work. Tears started rolling down Gadharam’s eyes. He began to miss his village and its simple life. Is there really no value for truth and honesty?

One day, Gadharam told his owner, “Master, let me go back to the village. This city life is not for me.” The owner listened to Gadharam and decided to send him back to the village. But will going back really solve the problems?

When Gadharam returned to the village, the villagers welcomed him. Everyone saw what Gadharam had learned from the city’s glitz and glamour. Gadharam told the villagers, “City life may have a lot of glitter, but there is no value for truth and honesty. There, everyone tries to bring each other down. But here in the village, simplicity and hard work are respected.” Isn’t this the true picture of our society?

Hearing this, the villagers became emotional. They promised Gadharam that they would never abandon their simplicity and honesty. Gadharam also promised that he would always work hard for the village and its simple life. But can these promises truly be kept?

This story teaches us that no matter how much the world changes, the value of simplicity and honesty always remains. Gadharam’s story is an inspiration for all those who never give up on their hard work and truth. But the question is, do we really adopt this inspiration? Can we also walk the path of truth and honesty like Gadharam? Or will we get entangled in the cunning ways of modern society?

© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Contact : Mo. +91 73 8657 8657, Email : [email protected]

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. Today we present his satire Golden Promises, Rusted Realities. 

☆ Witful Warmth # 11 ☆

☆ Satire ☆ Golden Promises, Rusted Realities ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

In the grand theater of politics, where speeches are laced with honey and dreams are sold like hotcakes, there exists a peculiar species known as the Politician. This charismatic creature is an artist of the highest order, painting landscapes of utopia with broad strokes of promises. Yet, as any seasoned citizen knows, these masterpieces often fade into rusty mirages once the applause dies down and the reality show begins.

Consider, if you will, the tale of one illustrious leader, the Honorable Minister of Promises (MoP). When the MoP took to the podium, the air was electric with hope. “We will build bridges, not walls!” he declared, to a roaring crowd. The metaphor was delicious; the imagery, divine. Bridges of opportunity, unity, and progress! But as time ticked on, it became apparent that the only bridge being built was the one connecting his promises to the realm of fantasy.

Take, for instance, the much-lauded “Green Revolution 2.0,” a campaign that vowed to plant a billion trees by the year’s end. The forests would bloom, they said, the air would purify, and Mother Nature would sing praises of the MoP. Fast forward twelve months, and the landscape remained as barren as a politician’s soul during a budget cut. The grand total of trees planted? Two. And one of them was plastic, installed for a photo op.

Then there was the glittering promise of “Universal Healthcare for All.” The MoP stood tall, basking in the glory of the crowd’s adoration. Free healthcare, they said, for every man, woman, and child! The crowds cheered, and the MoP’s approval ratings soared higher than the price of prescription drugs. Yet, as weeks turned into months, the promised healthcare revolution dwindled to a mere band-aid on a bullet wound. The newly built hospital had one doctor, no equipment, and a waiting list that extended into the afterlife.

Education, too, was a fertile ground for promises. “No child left behind,” they chanted, promising state-of-the-art schools, free textbooks, and a tablet for every student. The vision was intoxicating, the future bright. But as the school year began, students found themselves in dilapidated buildings with outdated textbooks and broken promises. The promised tablets? Delivered alright, in the form of stone slates reminiscent of ancient times.

Employment was another shining star in the MoP’s constellation of commitments. “Jobs for everyone!” they proclaimed, envisioning a land where every citizen had meaningful work. Instead, what emerged was a new wave of positions in the growing industry of disappointment management. Job fairs were held, applications were filled, and interviews were conducted. The result? An employment rate that remained as stagnant as a politician’s integrity during an expense scandal.

Infrastructure, too, was not spared the kiss of the promise-maker. “Smooth roads and modern amenities for all!” the MoP shouted from the rooftops. Alas, the roads remained riddled with potholes, each one a silent testament to the broken vows of yesteryears. Bridges were constructed, only to collapse under the weight of unmet expectations. The promised amenities? Nowhere to be seen, unless one counted the shiny new office buildings housing the Department of Empty Promises.

The MoP’s pièce de résistance, however, was the grand “Clean Water for Every Home” initiative. A world where every faucet flowed with pure, crystal-clear water was the dream sold to the masses. Yet, in a cruel twist of irony, the only thing that flowed was the steady stream of excuses. “Technical difficulties,” they said. “Budget constraints,” they claimed. The reality? Dry taps and parched throats, while the MoP hydrated himself with imported bottled water.

In the end, the story of the MoP is a cautionary tale, a satire of the highest order. It is a reminder that in the world of politics, promises are like fast food—cheap, quickly made, and utterly lacking in nourishment. The citizens, having feasted on the empty calories of political rhetoric, find themselves bloated with disillusionment and hunger for real change.

So, as we navigate the turbulent waters of democracy, let us remember the tale of the MoP. Let us hold our leaders accountable, demand truth in place of glittering lies, and refuse to be swayed by the siren song of empty promises. For in the end, it is we, the people, who must live with the reality of the rusted dreams and broken pledges left in the wake of the politician’s golden promises.

© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Contact : Mo. +91 73 8657 8657, Email : [email protected]

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. Today we present his satire The Great Water Heist: A Tale of Thirst and Greed. 

☆ Witful Warmth # 10 ☆

☆ Satire ☆ The Great Water Heist: A Tale of Thirst and Greed ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

In the once-thriving metropolis of Dryville, the water crisis had reached new heights. The city’s residents were forced to rely on the black market for their daily hydration needs, shelling out exorbitant prices for a few precious liters of water.

Enter our hero, the cunning and resourceful water tycoon, Mr. Drysdale. With his fleet of water tankers and army of heavily-armed water guards, he controlled the city’s water supply with an iron fist.

As the city’s thirst intensified, Mr. Drysdale’s profits skyrocketed. He became the undisputed king of the water mafia, with a fortune rivaling that of the city’s wealthiest billionaires.

But Mr. Drysdale’s reign was not without its challenges. A group of rebels, led by the fearless and hydrated Aurora, vowed to take down the water tycoon and restore the city’s water supply to its rightful owners – the people.

As the battle for water supremacy raged on, the city’s residents were caught in the crossfire. They were forced to choose between their loyalty to Mr. Drysdale and their thirst for freedom.

In the end, it was a race against time. Would Aurora and her rebels succeed in overthrowing Mr. Drysdale and restoring the city’s water supply, or would the water tycoon’s grip on the city prove too strong to break?

The fate of Dryville hung in the balance, as the city’s residents prayed for a miracle – or at least a decent shower.

© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Contact : Mo. +91 73 8657 8657, Email : [email protected]

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. Today we present his satire Just Another Sunday. 

☆ Witful Warmth # 9 ☆

☆ Satire ☆ Just Another Sunday ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

It was yet another Sunday morning, and the clock had barely struck eight. Mr. Sharma, a mid-level manager with a belly more notable than his job title, and Mrs. Sharma, a seasoned school teacher who dealt with pre-teens and their tantrums all week, were facing the ultimate challenge – the cluttered battleground they called home.

With his overgrown spectacles perched atop his nose and a cup of ginger tea in hand, Mr. Sharma sighed deeply, “Honey, do you see how messy our house looks? But what can we do? We are ‘financially enslaved’.” Mrs. Sharma nodded in agreement as if the couch itself was the throne of their kingdom trashed.

Sitting on a half-broken chair they never managed to fix, Mr. Sharma declared, “Our house is as inviting as a landfill. Every day, our own belongings greet us like long-lost relatives wanting to stay indefinitely.”

Adding to the ambience, the dusty dressing table stood like a relic from a haunted mansion. “We practically live as guests in our own Airbnb home,” groaned Mr. Sharma. Mrs. Sharma’s silence was accentuated by the loud banging of her morning utensils, showcasing her agreement without uttering a word.

A moment of enlightenment occurred. “Next Sunday, we shall clean the house!” declared Mr. Sharma, as if rallying troops for the final battle. A grand list was created, listing out their ‘warrior tasks.’ Mr. Sharma allocated himself the task of tidying the tea table and organizing the newspapers, while Mrs. Sharma was given the kitchen, the dressing table, and the storeroom. Oh, the modern-day Hercules and his relentless Hydra!

“Wake up on time, have toast and tea quickly, and then jump into action. You’ll get a second cup of tea and some biscuits only after you finish half the work,” ordered Mrs. Sharma, invoking the spirit of a taskmaster.

Sunday dawned with the alarm’s shrill cry. Mr. Sharma, immediately rising, gave a smug look to the sleeping Mrs. Sharma. An attempt to awaken the sleeping dragon was met with growls, so he let her be and took upon himself to make the morning tea – an act that involved more spilling than filling.

As he prepared to dive into the perilous pile of newspapers, his eyes caught a glimpse of their wedding album beneath the table. “Hey, look what I found! It’s like finding the elixir of life!” he exclaimed, like an archaeologist discovering a mummy. His enthusiasm was enough to bring Mrs. Sharma to his side, and time flew by as they lost themselves in the sepia-tinted nostalgia.

When reality hit and bellies rumbled, they broke the trance with baingan bharta and jowar roti, crafted with love by Mrs. Sharma.

Tasks remained unfinished, and Sunday slipped away, making way for the relentless Monday. As dawn broke, Mr. Sharma, with a hot cup of tea in hand, approached Mrs. Sharma standing gloomily on the balcony. “What’s wrong, my queen?” he asked with a mix of mockery and concern.

“Today again, all chores remain incomplete!” she lamented. Mr. Sharma chuckled, “No worries, there’s always another Sunday!”

“True, my irreplaceable partner. But this routine is as immutable as your potbelly,” replied Mrs. Sharma, casting a half-hearted smile. The pitiless wheel of weekdays began turning again, engulfing them in its relentless grind.

And so, time continued its indifferent journey. The Sharmas, forever stuck in their Sisyphean task, never managed to completely clean their home. Each Sunday, they remained entangled in their self-created labyrinth of aspirations, witnessing the same futile routine, over and over, till they were both too worn out to care. The house remained a silent testament to their unfulfilled promises – a never-ending satire of their lives.

© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

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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. Today we present his satire The Delicate Dance of the Fainthearted Union. 

☆ Witful Warmth # 8 ☆

☆ Satire ☆ The Delicate Dance of the Fainthearted Union ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

In a quaint little town nestled between Nowhere and Somewhere, lived the emblem of modern romance: Priya and Raj. Their relationship was an exquisite example of the term “weak” — not in the physical sense, but in the profound, fragile nature of their emotional connection. To the untrained eye, they were the perfect couple, but to those privy to their intimate interactions, they were a comedy of errors, a satire on the institution of relationships.

Priya and Raj’s relationship began, as many do, with a mutual right swipe on a dating app. Their profiles were meticulously crafted to portray the best versions of themselves — which, as it turns out, were far cries from reality. Priya’s description painted her as an adventure-seeker who loved hiking and spontaneous trips. In truth, the only peaks she conquered were those of her couch cushions, navigating the treacherous terrain of Netflix series. Raj’s profile boasted of a culinary genius and fitness enthusiast, yet his most complex recipe involved instant noodles, and his workout routine was confined to lifting beer bottles.

Their first date was an awkward dance of pretenses. They met at a chic café, both overdressed and overwhelmed by the pressure to impress. Priya, donning an outfit that screamed “I woke up like this,” tried to maintain her balance on high heels as Raj stumbled through a conversation about his imaginary fitness regimen. They bonded over their shared love for Instagram filters and a mutual disdain for anything that required effort.

As their relationship progressed, the cracks began to show. Their communication was a masterclass in superficiality, each conversation a delicate balancing act of avoiding any subject that required depth or vulnerability. Priya would often remark on the weather, as if commenting on the clear skies could somehow clear the fog of their disconnect. Raj, on the other hand, was a connoisseur of the art of non-committal responses, his favorite phrase being, “Yeah, sure, whatever you think.”

Their arguments, when they did occur, were epic battles of passive aggression. Priya would leave cryptic messages on social media, hoping Raj would decipher the enigma that was her discontent. Raj, in response, would retreat into the fortress of his PlayStation, a place where he could wield control over digital worlds, if not his own life. Their apologies were as insincere as their declarations of love, each “sorry” laced with a heavy dose of sarcasm.

The pinnacle of their weak relationship was the grand declaration of their status on Facebook. With much fanfare, they changed their relationship statuses, inviting likes and comments from their equally superficial friends. Their online personas were meticulously curated to showcase an idealized version of their bond, replete with filtered photos and hashtag-laden captions. “Couple goals,” their friends would comment, oblivious to the hollow reality behind the pixels.

Holidays were a special kind of farce. Valentine’s Day was a spectacle of overpriced chocolates and obligatory flowers, each petal a reminder of their transactional affection. Birthdays were marked by the exchange of gifts bought with little thought and less love, each present a token of their perfunctory commitment. Their anniversary, a date they both often forgot, was a hasty arrangement of last-minute dinner reservations and awkward silences.

Their attempts at deepening their relationship were laughably misguided. They once attended a couples’ therapy session, but the therapist’s suggestion to “open up” was met with blank stares and stifled giggles. They tried to take a cooking class together, only to realize that neither could follow a recipe without ending up in a culinary disaster. Their vacation, a desperate attempt to rekindle some semblance of romance, ended in a spectacular argument over whose fault it was that they got lost — despite the presence of a GPS.

In the end, Priya and Raj’s relationship was a satire on the modern notion of love. It was a testament to the superficiality that pervades so many connections, where appearances are maintained at the expense of genuine intimacy. They were bound not by a deep emotional connection, but by a shared fear of being alone, a mutual agreement to avoid the discomfort of self-reflection.

Their breakup was as anticlimactic as their relationship. It ended with a text message, devoid of emotion, each word a testament to their mutual indifference. They unfollowed each other on social media, erasing the digital evidence of their farce. Priya moved on to another right swipe, and Raj found solace in his virtual worlds, each continuing their quest for connection in a sea of superficiality.

And so, Priya and Raj remain the quintessential example of a weak relationship — a delicate dance of pretenses and avoidance, a satire on the fragile nature of modern romance. Their story is a reminder that beneath the façade of every perfect couple, there may lie a comedy of errors waiting to be unveiled.

© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Contact : Mo. +91 73 8657 8657, Email : [email protected]

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. Today we present his satire The Celebrity Slapstick: A Tale of Adulation and Absurdity. 

☆ Witful Warmth # 7 ☆

☆ Satire ☆ The Celebrity Slapstick: A Tale of Adulation and Absurdity ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

n the dusty bylanes of a rural Indian village, nestled amidst the swaying fields of wheat and the vibrant hues of saris drying in the sun, there lived a man named Raju. Raju, a fervent devotee of the silver screen, worshipped the celluloid gods with a zeal bordering on fanaticism. His humble hut, adorned with torn posters of Bollywood stars, served as a shrine to his unwavering adulation.

One scorching afternoon, as Raju wandered through the bustling marketplace, he stumbled upon a peculiar sight. A crowd had gathered around a rather bewildered figure, who, as it turned out, was none other than the esteemed actor, Rajesh Khanna. Raju’s heart skipped a beat, for here stood before him one of the demigods of his adoration.

Driven by an inexplicable impulse, Raju raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap across Rajesh Khanna’s bemused face. The villagers gasped in astonishment, their eyes widening in disbelief at the audacity of Raju’s act.

But instead of anger or indignation, Rajesh Khanna merely blinked in surprise, his expression a curious mix of shock and amusement. “Well, I must say, that was quite unexpected,” he remarked, rubbing his cheek with exaggerated theatrics. “I suppose you could call it a unique form of admiration.”

Raju, utterly dumbfounded by the actor’s unexpected response, stood rooted to the spot, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. As he slunk away from the scene, he couldn’t help but wonder at the absurdity of his actions.

Word of the incident spread like wildfire through the village, becoming the talk of the town within moments. Some viewed Raju as a daring rebel, defying societal norms in his bold expression of admiration. Others dismissed him as a mere lunatic, his actions serving as a cautionary tale of the perils of unchecked obsession.

Meanwhile, Rajesh Khanna, ever the consummate performer, seized upon the incident as fodder for his own brand of theatrical charm. Embracing his newfound status as the unwitting recipient of Raju’s impromptu homage, he regaled audiences with exaggerated tales of the infamous slap heard ’round the village.

Yet, beneath the veneer of comedy and spectacle, a deeper undercurrent of existential reflection began to emerge. For Raju, the slap had served as a catalyst for introspection, forcing him to confront the emptiness that lurked beneath his idolatry of celebrity. In his relentless pursuit of stardom, he had lost sight of the simple joys and pleasures of village life, his own identity eclipsed by the larger-than-life personas he worshipped from afar.

As the days turned into weeks, Raju retreated further into solitude, grappling with the profound disillusionment that had taken hold of his soul. The tattered posters that once adorned his walls now seemed to mock him with their hollow promises of fulfillment. In the silence of his solitary existence, he pondered the nature of fame and its corrosive effect on the human spirit.

Meanwhile, Rajesh Khanna continued to revel in the adulation of the villagers, his star burning ever brighter in the sky of rural acclaim. Yet, for all his outward success, he too found himself haunted by a sense of existential malaise. Beneath the facade of cinematic charm lay a profound emptiness, a nagging awareness of the transient nature of fame and the fleeting nature of human connection.

And so, in the quiet moments of their respective contemplations, Raju and Rajesh found themselves united by a common thread of existential longing. In a world where the lines between reality and illusion blurred with every passing moment, they sought solace in the shared absurdity of their human condition.

For in the end, perhaps, it was only through the lens of satire that they could truly glimpse the tragicomic spectacle of life itself. And in that shared moment of absurdity, they found a fleeting glimpse of redemption amidst the chaos of the world.

© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Contact : Mo. +91 73 8657 8657, Email : [email protected]