English Literature – Weekly Column ☆ Witful Warmth#11 – Golden Promises, Rusted Realities ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra, known for his wit and wisdom, is a prolific writer, renowned satirist, children’s literature author, and poet. He has undertaken the monumental task of writing, editing, and coordinating a total of 55 books for the Telangana government at the primary school, college, and university levels. His editorial endeavors also include online editions of works by Acharya Ramchandra Shukla.

As a celebrated satirist, Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra has carved a niche for himself, with over eight million viewers, readers, and listeners tuning in to his literary musings on the demise of a teacher on the Sahitya AajTak channel. His contributions have earned him prestigious accolades such as the Telangana Hindi Academy’s Shreshtha Navyuva Rachnakaar Samman in 2021, presented by the honorable Chief Minister of Telangana, Mr. Chandrashekhar Rao. He has also been honored with the Vyangya Yatra Ravindranath Tyagi Stairway Award and the Sahitya Srijan Samman, alongside recognition from Prime Minister Narendra Modi and various other esteemed institutions.

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra’s journey is not merely one of literary accomplishments but also a testament to his unwavering dedication, creativity, and profound impact on society. His story inspires us to strive for excellence, to use our talents for the betterment of others, and to leave an indelible mark on the world. Today we present his satire Golden Promises, Rusted Realities

☆ Witful Warmth # 11 ☆

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

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English Literature – Poetry ☆ Anonymous litterateur of Social Media # 195 ☆ Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM ☆

Captain (IN) Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM

? Anonymous Litterateur of Social Media # 195 (सोशल मीडिया के गुमनाम साहित्यकार # 195) ?

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..!

? English translation of Urdu poetry couplets of Anonymous litterateur of Social Media # 195 ?

☆☆☆☆☆

कभी बेपनाह बरस पड़ी…

तो कभी गुम सी है…

यह बारिश भी

कुछ-कुछ तुम सी है…

☆☆

Sometimes it pours heavily…

and sometimes it seems silent…

this rain is also a bit like you…

☆☆☆☆☆

तुझे याद ना करें तो

बेचैन से हो जाते हैं,

पता नहीं जिन्दगी सासों से

चलती है या तेरी यादों से…

☆☆

If I don’t remember you,

I become restless. 

Knoweth not, whether life

is run by breaths or by your memories…

☆☆☆☆☆

आये  हो  जो  आँखों  में

तो  कुछ  देर  ठहर जाओ,

एक  उम्र  गुजर  जाती है

यूँही एक ख्वाब सजाने में…

☆☆

Now that you’ve come in eyes

then, stay there for a while,

An  epoch  passes  by  in

Realising  such  a   dream…!

☆☆☆☆☆

मेंरे जुनूँ का नतीजा

ज़रूर निकलेगा

इसी सियाह समुंदर से

नूर निकलेगा…

☆☆

Result of my passion

Will definitely come out

From the same dark sea only

The effulgence shall emerge…

☆☆☆☆☆

© Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM

Pune

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English Literature – Poetry ☆ The Grey Lights# 53 – “Angels Never Die…” ☆ Shri Ashish Mulay ☆

Shri Ashish Mulay

? The Grey Lights# 53 ?

☆ – “Angels Never Die ☆ Shri Ashish Mulay 

On meadows of mind

Horses of vices ride

flowers bloom again

from the strength of sky

Angels never die

 *

*Night pulls me down

darkness rules the town

I see everything clearly

moon rises in my eye

Angels never die

 *

Turns without a sign

wheel of destiny is fine

carves the own path,

virtues that never cry

Angels never die

 *

Try the best I can

When worst is rained upon

life is just a short while

for even if I die

Angels never die

© Shri Ashish Mulay

Sangli 

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English Literature – Weekly Column ☆ Witful Warmth#10 – The Great Water Heist: A Tale of Thirst and Greed ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra, known for his wit and wisdom, is a prolific writer, renowned satirist, children’s literature author, and poet. He has undertaken the monumental task of writing, editing, and coordinating a total of 55 books for the Telangana government at the primary school, college, and university levels. His editorial endeavors also include online editions of works by Acharya Ramchandra Shukla.

As a celebrated satirist, Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra has carved a niche for himself, with over eight million viewers, readers, and listeners tuning in to his literary musings on the demise of a teacher on the Sahitya AajTak channel. His contributions have earned him prestigious accolades such as the Telangana Hindi Academy’s Shreshtha Navyuva Rachnakaar Samman in 2021, presented by the honorable Chief Minister of Telangana, Mr. Chandrashekhar Rao. He has also been honored with the Vyangya Yatra Ravindranath Tyagi Stairway Award and the Sahitya Srijan Samman, alongside recognition from Prime Minister Narendra Modi and various other esteemed institutions.

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra’s journey is not merely one of literary accomplishments but also a testament to his unwavering dedication, creativity, and profound impact on society. His story inspires us to strive for excellence, to use our talents for the betterment of others, and to leave an indelible mark on the world. Today we present his satire The Great Water Heist: A Tale of Thirst and Greed

☆ Witful Warmth # 10 ☆

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

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English Literature – Poetry ☆ The Grey Lights# 52 – “My Blood…” ☆ Shri Ashish Mulay ☆

Shri Ashish Mulay

? The Grey Lights# 52 ?

☆ – “My Blood ☆ Shri Ashish Mulay 

My sons and daughters

don’t fail this blade

nor the sophistication of its hilt

for it’s born of tears and service

 *

be of a service to the species

do the ‘khidmat’ as they say

for it will only bring you contentment

not the gold or the blood or a wine

 *

oh you my firstborn

be the first in service

you are just the representative

of your equal siblings

 *

what great can we do

if not united as single heart

heart full of love and tears

heart full of greatness and values

 *

though the blood binds us

thought merges us

into a single blade of spear

which belongs to all humankind

© Shri Ashish Mulay

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English Literature – Weekly Column ☆ Witful Warmth#9 – Just Another Sunday ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra, known for his wit and wisdom, is a prolific writer, renowned satirist, children’s literature author, and poet. He has undertaken the monumental task of writing, editing, and coordinating a total of 55 books for the Telangana government at the primary school, college, and university levels. His editorial endeavors also include online editions of works by Acharya Ramchandra Shukla.

As a celebrated satirist, Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra has carved a niche for himself, with over eight million viewers, readers, and listeners tuning in to his literary musings on the demise of a teacher on the Sahitya AajTak channel. His contributions have earned him prestigious accolades such as the Telangana Hindi Academy’s Shreshtha Navyuva Rachnakaar Samman in 2021, presented by the honorable Chief Minister of Telangana, Mr. Chandrashekhar Rao. He has also been honored with the Vyangya Yatra Ravindranath Tyagi Stairway Award and the Sahitya Srijan Samman, alongside recognition from Prime Minister Narendra Modi and various other esteemed institutions.

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra’s journey is not merely one of literary accomplishments but also a testament to his unwavering dedication, creativity, and profound impact on society. His story inspires us to strive for excellence, to use our talents for the betterment of others, and to leave an indelible mark on the world. Today we present his satire Just Another Sunday

☆ Witful Warmth # 9 ☆

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

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English Literature – Poetry ☆ Anonymous litterateur of Social Media # 193 ☆ Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM ☆

Captain (IN) Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM

? Anonymous Litterateur of Social Media # 193 (सोशल मीडिया के गुमनाम साहित्यकार # 193) ?

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..!

? English translation of Urdu poetry couplets of Anonymous litterateur of Social Media # 193 ?

☆☆☆☆☆

रूह से जुड़े रिश्तों पर

फरिश्तों के पहरे होते हैं

कोशिशें कर लो तोड़ने की

ये और भी गहरा जाते हैं…

☆☆

Soul-related relationships

are guarded by the angels

If you try breaking them

they consolidate further…

☆☆☆☆☆

नींद लेने का मुझे ऐसा

कोई शौक भी नहीं

मगर तेरे ख्वाब न देखूँ

तो गुजारा भी नहीं होता…

☆☆

Though not so very

fond of falling asleep…

But then can’t even live

without seeing your dreams

☆☆☆☆☆

छोटा सा लफ्ज है मुहब्बत

मगर तासीर है इसकी गहरी

गर दिल से करोगे इसे तुम

तो कदमों में होगी ये दुनिया सारी…

☆☆

Love is a little word, though

But its effect is so deep

If you do it with all your heart

Whole world lies at your steps

☆☆☆☆☆

लोग  तलाशते  हैं  कि

कोई  तो  फिकरमंद  हो,

वरना कौन ठीक होता है

यूँ ही सिर्फ हाल पूछने से…

☆☆

People  keep   searching  for    

someone who is worried, but then

How could  anyone ever get  fine

Just by inquiring his well-being!

☆☆☆☆☆

© Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM

Pune

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English Literature – Poetry ☆ The Grey Lights# 51 – “Motivation…” ☆ Shri Ashish Mulay ☆

Shri Ashish Mulay

? The Grey Lights# 51 ?

☆ – “Motivation ☆ Shri Ashish Mulay 

Bad, outrageous or impudent

call them anything you want

but do not call them ugly

For She is their mother

Though I am the father of my words

 *

like fire ignites the wick

and the lamp gives the light

though the shine is of lamp

but with different fire it is born

she is that fire

 *

like a fragrance is carried

by the might of wind

and wind becomes a fragrant breeze

by the power of tiny flower

she is that flower

I am that passionate wind

that she makes to fragrant breeze

I am that wick soaked in agony

she lightens me to a lamp

I am just a man

she gives me meaning….

© Shri Ashish Mulay

Sangli 

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English Literature – Weekly Column ☆ Witful Warmth#8 – The Delicate Dance of the Fainthearted Union ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

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’

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English Literature – Poetry ☆ Anonymous litterateur of Social Media # 192 ☆ Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM ☆

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..!

? English translation of Urdu poetry couplets of Anonymous litterateur of Social Media # 192 ?

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गुफ़्तुगू करे हैं अक्सर

उंगलियां ही अब तो..

ज़बां तरसती है

कुछ कहने के लिए..

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Fingers only chat 

these days now ..

The tongue  longs

To say something…

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तेरी बात को यूँही…

खामोशी से मान लेना

ये भी एक अंदाज़ है,

मेरी  नाराज़गी  का…

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Just simply accepting

your  words  quietly…

Is  also  my  way  of

expressing resentment…

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रूबरू  होने   की  तो  छोड़िये,

गुफ़्तगू से  भी  क़तराने  लगे हैं,

ग़ुरूर ओढ़ते  हैं  रिश्ते  अब तो,

हैसियत पर अपनी इतराने लगे हैं…

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Leave apart being face to face,

They’ve begun  to avoid talking,

Relations are so conceited now,

Proudly unmask their haughtiness

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बहुत ही नादान है वो,

ज़रा समझाइए ना उसे,

बात न करने से कभी,

मोहब्बत कम नहीं होती…

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She is too innocent,

Please explain to her that

Not talking to someone

Doesn’t reduce love for him!

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© Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM

Pune

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