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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.

Some precious moments of life

1. Honoured with ‘Shrestha Navayuvva Rachnakar Samman’ by former Chief Minister of Telangana Government, Shri K. Chandrasekhar Rao.
2. 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.
3. Meeting the famous litterateur Shri Vinod Kumar Shukla Ji, honoured with Jnanpith Award.
4. Got the privilege of meeting Mr. Perfectionist of Bollywood, actor Aamir Khan.
5. Meeting the powerful actor Vicky Kaushal on the occasion of being honoured by Vishva Katha Rangmanch.

Today we present his Satire – Love Merger: An Advanced Love Story.  

☆ Witful Warmth# 66 ☆

☆ Satire ☆ Love Merger: An Advanced Love Story… ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆ 

It was a golden, high-tech morning in the year 2050. The atmosphere in the neighborhood’s “Oxygen Park” was unique. Two elderly men sat there with oxygen cylinders on their shoulders, opening the “files” of their vintage memories. They were reminiscing about the old days when lovers would stand outside houses and perform “manual tasks” like throwing pebbles at windows. Today, however, was the era of remote romance and cloud-based attachments.

Nearby, a young man named Alex-Paul was checking data on his smart glasses and sighing deeply. Seeing this, his friend Cyber-Sylvester asked, “What’s wrong, bro? Did your girlfriend log out with someone else, or did your emotional cloud crash?”

Alex gave a philosophical smile, looking like a man who had just suffered a massive spiritual loss. He said, “No man, the tragedy is that she’s back! I sent my partner, Zara-Quantum, on a three-month ‘free trial’ to a neighbor so she could upgrade her exploration skills. But now she says she wants to renew my subscription! This is total backwardness! She should have been progressive and multi-tasking. She should have been making HD reels of strangers, but instead, she’s back here talking about making tea and being ‘loyal.’ I’m thinking of suing her in the Emotional Consumer Court!”

Cyber-Sylvester comforted him, “Don’t worry, society is in a transition phase. Slowly, she’ll learn to be ‘open-source’ with others.”

Actually, Alex’s pain was twofold. He was hurt because Zara was “dumping” him at home instead of launching him into the international market. He wanted Zara to “offer” him at a high-profile Metaverse kitty party so he could realize his global marketing value. He was annoyed that while the whole world followed the “sharing economy,” Zara treated him like a private asset or household furniture. He dreamed of a modern type of bravery—where Zara would send him on a date with another woman, lock the door from the outside, and live-stream the data to win a “Gold Medal for Progressive Partners.”

Meanwhile, pseudo-intellectuals were holding a seminar at a five-star center. They claimed old-fashioned lovers were “unprofessional” because they got jealous and violent. A “Relationship Algorithm Specialist” shouted from the stage, “Friends! Real manhood isn’t about holding her in your arms; it’s about live-streaming and gathering social media likes! A lover who doesn’t shortlist a second lover for his girlfriend is not a lover—he’s a ‘Love-Terrorist’!”

Finally, Alex gave Zara-Quantum an ultimatum: “Zara, if you don’t go on date with a stranger by next week and send me the ‘Behind the Scenes’ photos and sensory data, I will block you from my life’s friend-list forever!”

Poor Alex just wanted his girlfriend to join the mainstream and be “evolved.” By 2050, this new relationship model was seen as a sustainable solution to old crimes. Possessiveness was now declared a serious mental illness, and “sharing” was the highest virtual virtue. New-age lovers like Alex believed that murder was a “waste of resources and data loss,” while sharing a girlfriend was a long-term social investment.

Alex’s mind had become so “global” that he started looking for new paths for himself. He created a profile on the “Dating App (Ultra-Pro-Max Version).” He layered so many AI masks and digital filters on his face that if his own DNA report saw him, it would mistake him for a tourist from another planet and ask for dollars! Under all that digital makeup, he had forgotten his real identity.

That night, he saw a profile: Neo-Night-Rider. The avatar was so magical and shiny that Alex’s heart started racing at gigabyte speed. He thought this was the perfect stranger to “acquire” for Zara to boost his social standing. He hit Super-Like, Mega-Like, and even God-Like! He had no idea who was behind that digital screen.

Eventually, Zara succeeded in her mission to find a new boyfriend. Alex was so happy he started dancing in his Virtual Reality suit and distributed “Digital Sugar-Free Laddu” coupons to the whole neighborhood. “My Vision 2050 is a success!” he cheered.

Just then, Zara video-called him. “Alex darling, your recommendation worked! I found my secondary partner—and guess what? You recommended him yourself by Super-Liking him last Sunday! Meet your new relative and my new project!”

Zara turned the camera. Alex’s eyes nearly popped out. Sitting on the sofa was his own younger brother, Sonu-Cyber, wearing Alex’s favorite T-shirt and grinning.

“Sonu? You?” Alex stammered. “But I liked Neo-Night-Rider who had six-pack abs and a robotic supermodel face!”

Sonu-Cyber laughed. “Big brother, in 2050, faces are just ‘display ads.’ I bought that filter on the Dark Web. You taught me that hiding your identity is ‘progress.’ So I thought, why let the family wealth go outside? When I saw your Super-Like, I took it as a divine sign for a family collaboration!”

Alex was an “evolved” man of 2050. After a moment of confusion, he started laughing loudly. “Wow! This is maximum output! At least now I don’t have to pay for petrol, Wi-Fi data, or restaurant bills for her dates. I can monitor this ‘in-house project’ myself. And Sonu, you’ll make the smart-coffee tomorrow because you’re the ‘Intern Lover’ now!”

But Zara had one more bomb to drop. “Alex, Sonu has a return gift for you. He matched your profile with ‘Madam-Moon’ from our neighborhood—the one who has had three divorces and five renewals. She’s inviting you for a candle-light dinner to show you her ‘vintage emotional data’ collection. Sonu says everyone must do their ‘sharing duty’ to be a holistic family.”

Alex’s eyes filled with joy. “Amazing! A hybrid model of old traditions and new progress!”

Suddenly, a Robotic Police officer arrived at the door. “Alex sir, your brother Sonu and girlfriend Zara have ‘logged you out’ of this house. They deleted your profile from the ‘agreement’ and rented your room on the Metaverse to a foreign partner. You are now a ‘Freelance Lover.’ Please find a new software and a new roof.”

Alex looked at his phone, sighed, and smiled. “No problem! At least now I am ‘unlimited’ and ‘unbound!’ Rejection is just a system update.”

Outside, Madam-Moon was honking her electric scooter. Alex ran to sit on the back seat. In the morning of 2050, Alex proved that as long as the “sharing data packet” is active, resources and emotions never end—whether it’s a room or a heart.

The elderly neighbor watched this, ripped off his oxygen mask, and thought, “Death is better than this ‘progressive’ air.” But Alex just waved goodbye and disappeared with Madam-Moon.

It’s true—no one lost here; everyone just got “shared.” Whether Alex was looted or became “globally free” is a decision only the algorithms of 2050 can make.

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Note: It is not necessary that the editorial board agrees with the opinions/views expressed in the satire/article.

© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Contact : Mo. +91 73 8657 8657, Email : drskm786@gmail.com

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

1. Honoured with ‘Shrestha Navayuvva Rachnakar Samman’ by former Chief Minister of Telangana Government, Shri K. Chandrasekhar Rao.
2. 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.
3. Meeting the famous litterateur Shri Vinod Kumar Shukla Ji, honoured with Jnanpith Award.
4. Got the privilege of meeting Mr. Perfectionist of Bollywood, actor Aamir Khan.
5. 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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© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Contact : Mo. +91 73 8657 8657, Email : drskm786@gmail.com

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

1. Honoured with ‘Shrestha Navayuvva Rachnakar Samman’ by former Chief Minister of Telangana Government, Shri K. Chandrasekhar Rao.
2. 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.
3. Meeting the famous litterateur Shri Vinod Kumar Shukla Ji, honoured with Jnanpith Award.
4. Got the privilege of meeting Mr. Perfectionist of Bollywood, actor Aamir Khan.
5. Meeting the powerful actor Vicky Kaushal on the occasion of being honoured by Vishva Katha Rangmanch.

Today we present his Satire – The 1% Terror: A Gen-Z Horror Story.  

☆ Witful Warmth# 64 ☆

☆ Satire ☆ The 1% Terror: A Gen-Z Horror Story… ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆ 

AFor today’s youth, “Moksha” or peace is not about reaching heaven. It is simply finding a charging point next to their table in a cafe. For a Gen-Z boy like Aryan, the world does not stop because of a big war. It stops when the top-right corner of his phone turns red and screams—”Battery 1%.” This 1% feels like a ticking bomb, and he has no idea who is holding the remote.

The moment the phone hits 1%, a “Mahabharat” starts at home. Aryan, who usually ignores his mom calling him ten times by saying “Hmm… coming,” suddenly jumps up. He leaps like Spiderman whose web has just snapped. You can see a deep fear in his eyes, like a climber stuck alone on a mountain. He runs from his room to the hall like he is running a 100-meter race in the Olympics.

The real comedy happens when he finds the charger, but the cable is “cheating” on him. It only works if he bends it at a very weird angle. Now, our Gen-Z hero stands like a frozen statue, holding the wire at a perfect angle. If he even breathes too fast, the charging stops! For thirty minutes, he stands as still as an old saint. The only difference is that the saint wanted God, but Aryan just wants his Instagram Reels.

The elders of the house watch this and hold their heads in frustration. His grandfather, Dadaji, says, “In our days, we used to study under a small lamp!” Aryan thinks to himself, “Dadaji, at least the lamp didn’t have buffering issues!” For Gen-Z, a ‘Low Battery’ is like the climax of a horror movie. He feels that if the phone turns off, the world will forget him, his Snapchat Streaks will break, and he will die a “digital death.”

When the phone finally hits 2%, a calm look comes over Aryan’s face. It is like a thirsty person finding water in a desert. This 1% fear is the biggest truth of today’s world— “Life may go, but the plug must stay!”

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© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Contact : Mo. +91 73 8657 8657, Email : drskm786@gmail.com

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

1. Honoured with ‘Shrestha Navayuvva Rachnakar Samman’ by former Chief Minister of Telangana Government, Shri K. Chandrasekhar Rao.
2. 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.
3. Meeting the famous litterateur Shri Vinod Kumar Shukla Ji, honoured with Jnanpith Award.
4. Got the privilege of meeting Mr. Perfectionist of Bollywood, actor Aamir Khan.
5. Meeting the powerful actor Vicky Kaushal on the occasion of being honoured by Vishva Katha Rangmanch.

Today we present his Satire – The Sovereignty of the Privet.  

☆ Witful Warmth# 63 ☆

☆ Satire ☆ The Sovereignty of the Privet… ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆ 

In the quiet cul-de-sac of Lower Willowbrook, where the grass is legally required to be exactly 2.5 inches tall, lived Arthur Pringle and Barnaby Fitch. They had been best friends for twenty years until the Great Encroachment of Tuesday morning.

The dispute began when Arthur noticed a single, rebellious twig from Barnaby’s privet hedge crossing the invisible, federally unmapped line of their property border. It wasn’t just a twig; it was a statement. To Arthur, that half-inch of leafy intrusion was a calculated land grab, akin to the annexation of a small European principality. Rather than speaking—which is what people with “too much free time” do—Arthur responded with Passive-Aggressive Landscaping. He installed a “No Trespassing” sign specifically facing Barnaby’s birdfeeder, a move Barnaby countered by aiming his industrial-grade leaf blower at Arthur’s driveway for forty-five minutes every morning at 7:01 AM.

By Thursday, three different land surveying companies were on the scene. They spent six hours squinting through transit levels to determine if the hedge was, in fact, 0.004 centimeters over the line. The results were inconclusive, mostly because the surveyors were distracted by the catered lunch Barnaby provided to influence the neighborhood’s court of public opinion.

The conflict reached its zenith at the Monthly Homeowners Association Meeting. The agenda usually consisted of “Why the Mailman Walks Too Fast,” but tonight, it was the Shrubbery Summit. Arthur presented a 42-slide PowerPoint presentation titled Sovereignty and Shrubbery, arguing that if Barnaby’s hedge was allowed to remain, the very fabric of the neighborhood would unravel. “Today it’s a twig,” Arthur whispered dramatically into the microphone, “tomorrow, it’s a communal fire pit in my breakfast nook!” Barnaby countered with a physical exhibit: a jar of “Dust and Debris” allegedly blown from Arthur’s unkempt porch onto Barnaby’s prize-winning petunias.

The HOA board, composed of three retirees who lived for this kind of high-stakes drama, delivered a Solomon-like verdict. The hedge would be trimmed by a neutral third party—a local teenager who didn’t care about borders—and both men were required to share a symbolic pitcher of lemonade on the disputed boundary.

As they sat on their folding chairs, exactly three feet apart, a single leaf from a nearby oak tree—owned by the city—drifted down and landed perfectly across both of their laps. They spent the next four hours discussing which one of them had the legal jurisdiction to move it.

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© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Contact : Mo. +91 73 8657 8657, Email : drskm786@gmail.com