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]

Captain (IN) Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM

Anonymous Litterateur of Social Media # 192 (सोशल मीडिया के गुमनाम साहित्यकार # 192)

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.

हिंदी साहित्य – आलेख ☆ अंतर्राष्ट्रीय हिंदी सम्मेलन ☆ कैप्टन प्रवीण रघुवंशी, एन एम्

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..!

☆☆☆☆☆

गुफ़्तुगू करे हैं अक्सर

उंगलियां ही अब तो..

ज़बां तरसती है

कुछ कहने के लिए..

☆☆

Fingers only chat 

these days now ..

The tongue  longs

To say something…

☆☆☆☆☆

तेरी बात को यूँही…

खामोशी से मान लेना

ये भी एक अंदाज़ है,

मेरी  नाराज़गी  का…

☆☆

Just simply accepting

your  words  quietly…

Is  also  my  way  of

expressing resentment…

☆☆☆☆☆

रूबरू  होने   की  तो  छोड़िये,

गुफ़्तगू से  भी  क़तराने  लगे हैं,

ग़ुरूर ओढ़ते  हैं  रिश्ते  अब तो,

हैसियत पर अपनी इतराने लगे हैं…

☆☆

Leave apart being face to face,

They’ve begun  to avoid talking,

Relations are so conceited now,

Proudly unmask their haughtiness

☆☆☆☆☆

बहुत ही नादान है वो,

ज़रा समझाइए ना उसे,

बात न करने से कभी,

मोहब्बत कम नहीं होती…

☆☆

She is too innocent,

Please explain to her that

Not talking to someone

Doesn’t reduce love for him!

☆☆☆☆☆

© Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM

Shri Ashish Mulay

The Grey Lights# 50

☆ – “Wealthy”– ☆ Shri Ashish Mulay ☆

☆

many claim to claim her

very few have understood her

some count her as money

fenced land is someone’s fancy

* 

one moment she is there

in the next she’s gone

in the heads of doers

she rings like a song

 *

but having her

is being wealthy

a bold statement

made to the society

 *

bolder than being beggar

for beggar says of having nothing

and asks to give him

but the wealthy says of having everything

and tells to take all from him

* 

It is not easy to leave shame

to be a beggar on roadside

but It is even harder to leave fear

and have ‘Her’ by your side

☆

© Shri Ashish Mulay

Sangli 

≈ Editor – Shri Hemant Bawankar/Editor (English) – Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM ≈

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]

Captain (IN) Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM

Anonymous Litterateur of Social Media # 191 (सोशल मीडिया के गुमनाम साहित्यकार # 191)

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.

हिंदी साहित्य – आलेख ☆ अंतर्राष्ट्रीय हिंदी सम्मेलन ☆ कैप्टन प्रवीण रघुवंशी, एन एम्

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..!

☆ Contentment… ☆

सब्र  की  एक  बात

बहुत ही अच्छी होती है…

जब आ जाता है तो किसी चीज़      

की तलब नहीं रह जाती है..!

☆☆

One  Godsend  felicity  of

the  contentment  is  that 

when it comes then there remains

no desire for anything else!

☆ Puzzling Doubt… ☆

जाते जाते ही सही …

ये मलाल रह गया,

क्या उसे भी इश्क था…

ये सवाल रह ही गया ..!

☆☆

One melancholy kept on niggling me

even  while  being  separated,

This puzzling doubt kept tormenting me

if he was also in love with me..!

☆☆☆☆☆

इंतजार की हद भी

अजीब होती हैं,

ना दरवाजा बंद होने देती है

और ना आँखें…!

☆☆

The limit of waiting is

too strange, neither it

Permits shutting of door

nor allows closing of eyes

☆☆☆☆☆

डर लगता है इजहार करने से

इतने क़रीब हो तुम…

कि ज़िंदगी बदल देगा मेरी

तुम्हारा इंकार भी, इकरार भी…

☆☆

I’m too scared to disclose my love

B’coz you’re so intimately close that

It’ll  change  my  life  forever,  whether 

it’s  your  refusal  or  acceptance..!

☆☆☆☆☆

© Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM

Shri Ashish Mulay

The Grey Lights# 49

☆ – “Prison”– ☆ Shri Ashish Mulay ☆

☆

Is there any prison

larger than the body

Is there any misery

beautiful than the biology

 *

Infinite bliss chained

in hope’s finite prison

this dungeon holds

neither logic nor reason

 *

death becomes meaningless

as the birth itself is

greatness, in front of time

not worth a dime

 *

It’s everyone’s punishment

not only yours or mine

let’s have a prison party

while we have a time…

☆

© Shri Ashish Mulay

Sangli 

≈ Editor – Shri Hemant Bawankar/Editor (English) – Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM ≈

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 Isolation Station: Life in a Village the World Forgot. 

☆ Witful Warmth # 6 ☆

☆ Satire ☆ The Drama of Exit Polls ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

As the dust settles on yet another election season in India, it is time for the country to reflect on the absurdity that is exit polls. These so-called surveys have become a staple in the Indian political landscape, with news channels and media outlets eagerly awaiting the results to predict the outcome of the elections. But are these exit polls really as accurate as they claim to be, or are they just a big, fat joke that we all fall for every time?

Exit polls in India are like that one friend who always promises to come to your party but never shows up. They claim to have all the answers, to know exactly how many seats each party will win, and to have the pulse of the nation at their fingertips. But when the actual results come out, they are often left red-faced and looking like a bunch of clowns who couldn’t predict the weather, let alone the outcome of an election.

The funny thing about exit polls is that they are based on a sample size of just a few thousand people. That’s right, a few thousand people out of a population of over a billion are supposed to represent the entire country’s voting behaviour. It is like asking a few cows in a field what they think of the stock market and then claiming to have the inside scoop on the next big investment opportunity.

But wait, it gets even better. These exit polls are often conducted by news channels and media outlets that have a vested interest in the outcome of the elections. So, it is as if the fox is guarding the henhouse, with the results of the exit polls conveniently aligning with the agendas of the channels that are conducting them. It is like asking a used car salesman to give you an unbiased opinion on which car to buy – you are going to end up with a lemon every time.

And let’s not forget the time and effort that goes into analyzing and dissecting these exit polls. Political pundits come out of the woodwork to pontificate on what the results mean, who will win, who will lose, and why the country is on the brink of either utopia or dystopia based on a handful of survey responses. It is like playing a game of Russian roulette with the fate of the nation, except instead of a gun, you have a bunch of talking heads spouting nonsense on TV.

© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

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

Captain (IN) Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM

Anonymous Litterateur of Social Media # 190 (सोशल मीडिया के गुमनाम साहित्यकार # 190)

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.

हिंदी साहित्य – आलेख ☆ अंतर्राष्ट्रीय हिंदी सम्मेलन ☆ कैप्टन प्रवीण रघुवंशी, एन एम्

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..!

☆☆☆☆☆

चुपचाप चल रहे थे

ज़िन्दगी के सफ़र में

तुम पर नज़र क्या पड़ी

बस गुमराह हो गये…

☆☆

Was walking quietly

In the journey of life

Just a glance at you 

Misguided me forever…

☆☆☆☆☆

हुस्न के कसीदे तो 

पढ़ती रहेंगी महफिलें

अगर झुर्रियाँ भी लगें 

हसीं तो समझो इश्क़ है…

☆☆

Citations for the beauty 

Congregations will keep writing…

If wrinkles still find you smitten

Then it’s undying love for sure…

☆☆☆☆☆

कोई रूठे अगर तुमसे तो

उसे फौरन मना लो क्योंकि

जिद्द की जंग में अक्सर

जुदाई  जीत जाती  है…

☆☆

If someone is upset with you

 Conciliate with him immediately

  Coz in the war of stubborness

   Often separation only wins…! 

☆☆☆☆☆

क्या करेगा रौशन उसे आफ़ताब बेचारा

लबरेज़ हो जो खुद अपने ही रूहानी नूर से

जब चाँद ही हो आफ़ताब से ज़्यादा नूरानी 

तो उसे क्या ताल्लुक़ात अंधेरे या उजाले से

☆☆

How can poor sun illumine him 

Who is self-effulgent with spiritual light

When moon itself is brighter than sun

Then what’s its concern with darkness or light

☆☆☆☆☆

© Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM

Shri Ashish Mulay

The Grey Lights# 48

☆ – “Future Lover”– ☆ Shri Ashish Mulay ☆

☆

have you found my words

oh my future reader?

have you found me

oh my dear lover?

but do not accept me

as I am presented

clothes of my words

must be time tainted

wash me with waters

of your stranger eyes

below the ornaments

there my heart lies

they will turn my lines

into the borders

not the swords

but I sowed the flowers

see me for yourself

and not as they show you

I never hated you

whoever may be you

if you are all alone

in your future world

you have found me

just feel my word

meaning is to be mined

and not to be sold

word is nothing

unless learned by own

And

I will have all colours

including the darks

but they are of the night

when your heart sparks

 ☆

© Shri Ashish Mulay

Sangli 

≈ Editor – Shri Hemant Bawankar/Editor (English) – Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM ≈

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 Isolation Station: Life in a Village the World Forgot. 

☆ Witful Warmth # 5 ☆

☆ Satire ☆ Isolation Station: Life in a Village the World Forgot ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

In our village, even the dogs have given up barking. They know there’s no one left to listen. The silence of our once bustling community now echoes through the empty streets, where even the shadows seem to have abandoned us. Life in our village is like a game of musical chairs, except there’s never enough chairs for everyone.

Living in a village is like starring in a never-ending soap opera, except it’s a tragedy with no commercial breaks. The drama unfolds in the whispers of neighbors and the sighs of the elderly, who sit on their porches, reminiscing about days when the village was alive with laughter and hope. Our village is so small, the census taker uses a magnifying glass to find us, but even he has stopped coming.

You know you’re in a village when the highlight of your day is watching the cow graze. The simplicity of such moments once brought joy, but now, it only serves as a reminder of the life we are missing. In our village, the only thing that grows faster than the weeds is gossip. The tales we weave are the threads that keep us from unraveling completely.

You haven’t experienced true isolation until you’ve lived in a village with no Wi-Fi. The disconnection from the world outside is complete, and the isolation is profound. In our village, the only thing that travels faster than the wind is a juicy piece of gossip. But even that has lost its allure as the stories have become repetitive and stale.

Living in a village is like being stuck in a time warp, where progress is just a distant dream. Our village is so remote, even Google Maps gives up trying to find us. The world has moved on, leaving us behind in a bubble where the only change is the seasons.

In our village, the local barber doubles as the town therapist. His chair has seen more tears than haircuts. He listens patiently, offering the same words of comfort and advice that have been passed down through generations. Life in a village is like living in a fishbowl, except everyone’s watching and no one’s cleaning the glass.

You know you’re in a village when the only entertainment is watching paint dry. The monotony of our days is broken only by the occasional scandal, which spreads faster than laughter. Living in a village is like being trapped in a never-ending family reunion, where everyone knows your business, and there’s no escape.

Our village is so small, the only parade we have is when the cows come home. The simplicity of such events once brought us together, but now it only highlights our isolation. You haven’t experienced true loneliness until you’ve walked the deserted streets of our village at night. The silence is deafening, and the emptiness is all-consuming.

In our village, the only thing more outdated than the traditions is the technology. The past is preserved in every stone and every face, but the future is uncertain. Life in a village is like living in a museum, where the past is cherished, but the future is a distant dream.

You know you’re in a village when the only nightlife is the sound of crickets. Our village is so quiet, you can hear a pin drop from a mile away. Living in a village is like being in a reality show, except there’s no prize money and no way out. The days blend into one another, each one a reflection of the last.

In our village, the only thing more barren than the fields is the hope of a better tomorrow. The dreams we once had have withered away, much like our crops. You know you’re in a village when the biggest event of the year is the annual cow beauty pageant. It’s a sad reminder of what little we have left to celebrate.

Living in a village is like living in a time capsule, where progress is a foreign concept. In our village, the only thing more unreliable than the weather is the village gossip. The stories change, but the underlying despair remains the same.

You know you’re in a village when the only traffic sign is a cow crossing. Our village is so remote, the nearest hospital is a day’s journey away. Living in a village is like living in a fishbowl, where privacy is a luxury. The sense of community we once cherished has become a burden we can no longer bear.

In our village, the only thing more stagnant than the pond is the economy. The opportunities that once drew people here have dried up, leaving us with nothing but memories and regrets. You know you’re in a village when the only fashion statement is who can wear the most mud.

Living in a village is like being in a bad sitcom, where the jokes are stale and the laugh track is missing. The humor that once lightened our days has faded, replaced by a heavy sense of resignation. In our village, the only thing more stubborn than the mules is the mindset of the people.

You know you’re in a village when the only news is who got married, who died, and who got caught stealing chickens. The cycles of life and death continue, but the hope for something better has long since vanished. Our village is so isolated, the only connection to the outside world is the occasional passing breeze.

Living in a village is like living in a time warp, where progress is a myth and tradition is law. The customs and rituals that once gave us a sense of identity now feel like chains. In our village, the only thing more common than poverty is resignation. The dreams we once had have been buried beneath the weight of our circumstances.

You know you’re in a village when the only nightlife is the flicker of oil lamps. Our village is so remote, even the birds fly over us instead of stopping. The silence and isolation have become our constant companions, as we continue to exist in a place forgotten by time and the world.

© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

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