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 Cost of Not Insuring!.
☆ Witful Warmth# 18 ☆
☆ Satire ☆ The Cost of Not Insuring☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆
In a small town nestled in the heart of India, there was a man named Hari who had never understood the allure of insurance. He believed that life was a gamble, and he preferred to play it without any safety nets. His friends, however, often warned him about the dangers of such recklessness. “You should get insurance,” they would say. “It’s essential.”
Hari would scoff at their advice. “Insurance is just a scam to make people pay for something they’ll never use,” he would retort. His skepticism was as thick as the fog that rolled over the town every morning.
One day, Hari was traveling by train, an experience he loathed as much as he disliked insurance. The creaky old coach was filled with the typical assortment of travelers, each lost in their own world. Hari, trying to make the best of it, found a spot by the window and settled in, his grumbling about the inefficiencies of the railway system creating a minor distraction.
As the train rattled along, Hari’s attention was drawn to a young man in a sharply pressed suit, who appeared to be selling insurance policies to the passengers. The young man was relentless, his pitch a well-oiled machine of promises and reassurances.
“Ladies and gentlemen!” he began, with a flourish. “Are you prepared for the unexpected? Do you have insurance? If not, you might want to reconsider!”
Hari rolled his eyes. “Another insurance peddler,” he muttered. But the young man’s enthusiasm was unrelenting. “Take it from me,” he continued, “insurance is like a safety net. It’s there when you need it the most. Ever heard of the phrase, ‘Prevention is better than cure’? Well, insurance is prevention!”
Hari, irritated by the intrusion, snapped back, “I’m perfectly fine without insurance. I’m more worried about this train breaking down than my life.”
The young man, undeterred, leaned in and said, “Ah, but imagine if this train were to break down and you didn’t have insurance. The trouble, the heartache! Isn’t it better to be prepared?”
Just then, the train lurched violently. Hari’s face turned ashen as he glanced out the window and saw the tracks leading into a dense forest. The train screeched to a halt. The young man’s face lit up with a knowing smile. “Looks like we’ve had a bit of a hiccup. But don’t worry, this is exactly why you need insurance. It’s the safety net you don’t realize you need until it’s too late.”
As panic spread through the carriage, Hari’s unease grew. The young man’s words seemed to take on a new, ominous weight. “You see,” the young man continued, “insurance is like a guardian angel. It’s there, silently protecting you.”
Suddenly, two men in masks burst into the compartment. They brandished knives, demanding everyone’s valuables. The entire train car erupted in chaos. Hari, caught between disbelief and terror, found himself paralyzed. The masked men moved swiftly, collecting wallets and purses.
The young insurance salesman, unfazed, continued his pitch even in the midst of the heist. “And this, my friends, is why insurance is essential. If you had it, you’d be protected even from situations like these!”
Hari, his hands trembling, pulled out his meager savings—a few coins and a train ticket—and handed them over. The robbers, clearly unimpressed, scoffed and moved on. Hari’s heart raced as he tried to make sense of the situation. The young salesman, still grinning, added, “Well, at least you didn’t lose everything. Remember, insurance is there to cushion the blow.”
As the robbers left and the train resumed its journey, Hari was left in a daze. The young man approached him with a pat on the back. “See? It’s all about being prepared. You should really consider getting insurance for the future. It might just save you from more than you think.”
Hari, too shaken to respond, simply nodded. The train arrived at the next station, and Hari quickly exited, desperate to escape the bizarre ordeal. The young salesman’s voice followed him, “Don’t forget to insure your loved ones, chacha! They’ll need it too!”
Hari walked away, the weight of the encounter heavy on his shoulders. He realized that he had survived the ordeal, but at what cost? The irony of the situation was not lost on him. He had been saved from the immediate threat but was left with an unsettling feeling about the insurance salesman’s relentless pitch.
A few weeks later, Hari’s life took a tragic turn. A severe accident left him with mounting medical bills, and his savings were quickly depleted. He found himself in a desperate situation, without the safety net he had so long dismissed. The irony was cruel; the insurance salesman’s words echoed in his mind as he struggled to cope with the harsh reality of his circumstances.
Hari’s story became a cautionary tale in the town, a reminder of the unpredictable nature of life and the role that preparedness—or the lack thereof—plays in our lives. As Harishankar Parsai once said, “Life is a series of unfortunate events, and the best we can do is laugh at the absurdity of it all.” Hari’s laughter had long since faded, leaving him to ponder the lessons learned too late.
The tragedy of Hari’s life was not merely in the loss he faced but in the realization that the simple wisdom he had once dismissed had become his harsh reality. The irony of the insurance salesman’s final words haunted him as he faced the bitter end of his journey, a stark reminder of the fragility of life and the importance of being prepared for its uncertainties.
Anonymous Litterateur of social media # 202 (सोशल मीडिया के गुमनाम साहित्यकार # 202)
Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi NM—an ex Naval Officer, possesses a multifaceted personality. He served as a Senior Advisor in prestigious Supercomputer organisation C-DAC, Pune. An alumnus of IIM Ahmedabad was involved in various Artificial and High-Performance Computing projects of national and international repute. He has got a long experience in the field of ‘Natural Language Processing’, especially, in the domain of Machine Translation. He has taken the mantle of translating the timeless beauties of Indian literature upon himself so that it reaches across the globe. He has also undertaken translation work for Shri Narendra Modi, the Hon’ble Prime Minister of India, which was highly appreciated by him. He is also a member of ‘Bombay Film Writer Association’. He is also the English Editor for the web magazine www.e-abhivyakti.com.
Captain Raghuvanshi is also a littérateur par excellence. He is a prolific writer, poet and ‘Shayar’ himself and participates in literature fests and ‘Mushayaras’. He keeps participating in various language & literature fests, symposiums and workshops etc.
Recently, he played an active role in the ‘International Hindi Conference’ at New Delhi. He presided over the “Session Focused on Language and Translation” and also presented a research paper. The conference was organized by Delhi University in collaboration with New York University and Columbia University.
In his Naval career, he was qualified to command all types of warships. He is also an aviator and a Sea Diver; and recipient of various awards including ‘Nao Sena Medal’ by the President of India, Prime Minister Awards and C-in-C Commendation. He has won many national and international awards.
He is also an IIM Ahmedabad alumnus.
His latest quest involves writing various books and translation work including over 100 Bollywood songs for various international forums as a mission for the enjoyment of the global viewers. Published various books and over 3000 poems, stories, blogs and other literary work at national and international level. Felicitated by numerous literary bodies..!
English translation of Urdu poetry couplets of Anonymous litterateur of Social Media # 202
☆☆☆☆☆
देख दुनिया की बेरूखी
न पूछ ये नाचीज़ कैसा है
हम बारूद पे बैठें हैं
और हर शख्स माचिस जैसा है
☆☆
Seeing the rudeness of the world
Ask me not how worthless me is coping
I’m sitting on pile of explosives
And every person is like a fuse…
☆☆☆☆☆
शहरों का यूँ वीरान होना
कुछ यूँ ग़ज़ब कर गया…
बरसों से पड़े गुमसुम
घरों को आबाद कर गया…
☆☆
Desolation of the cities
Did something amazing…
Repopulated the houses
Lying deserted for years…
☆☆☆☆☆
सारे मुल्क़ों को नाज था
अपने अपने परमाणु पर
क़ायनात बेबस हो गई
एक छोटे से कीटाणु पर..!!
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Every country greatly boasted of
Being a nuclear super power…
Entire universe was rendered
Grossly helpless by a tiny virus..!
☆☆☆☆☆
कितनी आसान थी ज़िन्दगी तेरी राहें
मुशकिले हम खुद ही खरीदते है
और कुछ मिल जाये तो अच्छा होता
बहुत पा लेने पे भी यही सोचते है…
☆☆
O life! How simple were your ways…
We ourselves only bought slew of difficulties
Kept craving endlessly, even after acquiring a lot,
How nice it would be if I could get something more
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 𝓟𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝔂, 𝓸𝓱 𝓹𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝔂!.
Poverty, oh poverty, what a dear friend you are to us! You never fail to make an appearance in our lives, always there to remind us of our humble beginnings and how well we have managed to stay connected to you through the years. Your presence has become so familiar to us that we couldn’t imagine life without you.
Yes, my fellow comrades in poverty, let us revel in our shared misfortune and bask in the glory of our empty wallets and rumbling bellies. For who needs material wealth and worldly possessions when we have the richness of our poverty to sustain us?
In our dear country, poverty is not just a fact of life, it’s practically a way of life. The government may claim to have various poverty alleviation programs in place, but let’s face it, they are about as effective as a broken dam in a drought-stricken desert.
The irony of our situation is truly something to behold. We live in a land of plenty, where the elite flaunt their wealth like peacocks displaying their feathers, while we, the impoverished masses, scrounge around for leftovers like hungry street dogs.
Oh, how we must admire the ingenuity of our leaders who have managed to turn poverty into an art form. They make grand speeches about eradicating poverty, all the while lining their pockets with the sweat and tears of the downtrodden.
But fear not, my fellow paupers, for we have our own unique set of skills to survive in this harsh world. We have mastered the art of stretching a dollar further than a rubber band, of making a meal out of scraps that others would discard without a second thought.
And let us not forget the endless entertainment that poverty provides us with. Who needs cable television when we have the spectacle of politicians squabbling like greedy children over the crumbs of our meager existence?
Yes, poverty may rob us of material comforts, but it has gifted us with a keen sense of humor. We laugh in the face of adversity, knowing that we are stronger than any obstacle that life may throw our way.
So let us stand tall, my dear friends, for we are the true warriors in this battle against poverty. Let the rich wallow in their excess while we revel in our simplicity. Let them hoard their treasures while we share the wealth of our poverty with each other.
And as we navigate the treacherous waters of life, let us remember the immortal words of our esteemed leader, “Let them eat cake!” For we are the masters of our own destiny, the champions of our own fate.
So let us raise a toast to poverty, our constant companion and faithful friend. May we continue to embrace its challenges and triumph over its obstacles, for we are the warriors of the underclass, the champions of the downtrodden, the conquerors of poverty!
– Living in poverty is like being a contestant on a never-ending game show where the prize is a lifetime supply of struggle and hardship.
– Poverty is the great equalizer, ensuring that no matter how much money you have, you can always feel like you’re one missed paycheck away from disaster.
– They say money can’t buy happiness, but poverty can definitely rent out misery on a daily basis.
– Poverty is like a bad roommate that refuses to leave, constantly making a mess of your life and never chipping in for rent.
– The only thing more reliable than taxes is poverty, always there to remind you that your bank account is just a sad reflection of your existence.
– Being poor is a full-time job with zero benefits and a retirement plan that consists of hoping you’ll hit the jackpot in the lottery of life.
– Poverty is the gift that keeps on giving, like a never-ending subscription to a misery magazine that nobody wants to read.
– They say money talks, but poverty screams louder and with a more annoying voice that never seems to shut up.
– Poverty is like a bad tattoo that you can’t remove, a constant reminder of past mistakes and poor decisions.
– They say laughter is the best medicine, but when poverty is the punchline, it’s more like a bitter pill that’s hard to swallow.
– Poverty is the ultimate test of patience, like waiting in line at the DMV while your life falls apart around you.
– They say you can’t take it with you when you go, but poverty ensures that you won’t have anything to take even if you wanted to.
– Being poor is like being stuck in a never-ending traffic jam, always moving forward but never getting anywhere.
– Poverty is like a dark cloud that follows you everywhere, raining on your parade and ruining any hope of sunshine in your life.
– They say money can’t buy love, but poverty ensures that you’ll never have the chance to find out.
– Poverty is the great leveler, ensuring that no matter how rich or powerful you are, you can always feel like life is just one disaster away from falling apart.
– They say life is what you make of it, but poverty ensures that you’ll be stuck with the cheapest ingredients and the worst recipe.
– Being poor is like trying to swim upstream in a river of debt, always struggling against the current and never getting ahead.
– Poverty is like a bad addiction that’s impossible to kick, always there to tempt you with a quick fix and a lifetime of regrets.
– They say the best things in life are free, but poverty ensures that you’ll never be able to afford them.
– Poverty is the ultimate reality check, like a harsh wake-up call that reminds you that dreams are for those who can afford to sleep.
– They say money can’t buy happiness, but poverty ensures that you’ll never know for sure.
– Being poor is like living in a house of cards, always on the verge of collapse and never sure if the next gust of wind will be your last.
– Poverty is like a broken record that keeps playing the same sad song on repeat, never letting you forget how out of tune your life really is.
– They say that life is a journey, but poverty ensures that you’ll never have enough gas money to get where you’re going.
– Poverty is like a bad haircut that you’re stuck with forever, a constant reminder of past mistakes and poor choices.
– They say that the best things in life are worth waiting for, but poverty ensures that you’ll spend your whole life waiting and never getting anywhere.
– Being poor is like trying to run a marathon with one leg tied behind your back, always struggling against the odds and never reaching the finish line.
– Poverty is like a bad case of food poisoning, always leaving you feeling sick and never satisfied with what life has to offer.
– They say that life is a gift, but poverty ensures that you’ll never be able to afford the wrapping paper, let alone the present inside.
Anonymous Litterateur of Social Media # 201 (सोशल मीडिया के गुमनाम साहित्यकार # 201)
Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi NM—an ex Naval Officer, possesses a multifaceted personality. He served as a Senior Advisor in prestigious Supercomputer organisation C-DAC, Pune. An alumnus of IIM Ahmedabad was involved in various Artificial and High-Performance Computing projects of national and international repute. He has got a long experience in the field of ‘Natural Language Processing’, especially, in the domain of Machine Translation. He has taken the mantle of translating the timeless beauties of Indian literature upon himself so that it reaches across the globe. He has also undertaken translation work for Shri Narendra Modi, the Hon’ble Prime Minister of India, which was highly appreciated by him. He is also a member of ‘Bombay Film Writer Association’. He is also the English Editor for the web magazine www.e-abhivyakti.com.
Captain Raghuvanshi is also a littérateur par excellence. He is a prolific writer, poet and ‘Shayar’ himself and participates in literature fests and ‘Mushayaras’. He keeps participating in various language & literature fests, symposiums and workshops etc.
Recently, he played an active role in the ‘International Hindi Conference’ at New Delhi. He presided over the “Session Focused on Language and Translation” and also presented a research paper. The conference was organized by Delhi University in collaboration with New York University and Columbia University.
In his Naval career, he was qualified to command all types of warships. He is also an aviator and a Sea Diver; and recipient of various awards including ‘Nao Sena Medal’ by the President of India, Prime Minister Awards and C-in-C Commendation. He has won many national and international awards.
He is also an IIM Ahmedabad alumnus.
His latest quest involves writing various books and translation work including over 100 Bollywood songs for various international forums as a mission for the enjoyment of the global viewers. Published various books and over 3000 poems, stories, blogs and other literary work at national and international level. Felicitated by numerous literary bodies..!
English translation of Urdu poetry couplets of Anonymous litterateur of Social Media # 201
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?
Anonymous Litterateur of Social Media # 200 (सोशल मीडिया के गुमनाम साहित्यकार # 200)
Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi NM—an ex Naval Officer, possesses a multifaceted personality. He served as a Senior Advisor in prestigious Supercomputer organisation C-DAC, Pune. An alumnus of IIM Ahmedabad was involved in various Artificial and High-Performance Computing projects of national and international repute. He has got a long experience in the field of ‘Natural Language Processing’, especially, in the domain of Machine Translation. He has taken the mantle of translating the timeless beauties of Indian literature upon himself so that it reaches across the globe. He has also undertaken translation work for Shri Narendra Modi, the Hon’ble Prime Minister of India, which was highly appreciated by him. He is also a member of ‘Bombay Film Writer Association’. He is also the English Editor for the web magazine www.e-abhivyakti.com.
Captain Raghuvanshi is also a littérateur par excellence. He is a prolific writer, poet and ‘Shayar’ himself and participates in literature fests and ‘Mushayaras’. He keeps participating in various language & literature fests, symposiums and workshops etc.
Recently, he played an active role in the ‘International Hindi Conference’ at New Delhi. He presided over the “Session Focused on Language and Translation” and also presented a research paper. The conference was organized by Delhi University in collaboration with New York University and Columbia University.
In his Naval career, he was qualified to command all types of warships. He is also an aviator and a Sea Diver; and recipient of various awards including ‘Nao Sena Medal’ by the President of India, Prime Minister Awards and C-in-C Commendation. He has won many national and international awards.
He is also an IIM Ahmedabad alumnus.
His latest quest involves writing various books and translation work including over 100 Bollywood songs for various international forums as a mission for the enjoyment of the global viewers. Published various books and over 3000 poems, stories, blogs and other literary work at national and international level. Felicitated by numerous literary bodies..!
English translation of Urdu poetry couplets of Anonymous litterateur of Social Media # 200
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.
☆ Witful Warmth# 15 ☆
☆ 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.
The Grey Lights# 59 
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