The hunger for awards has turned into a literary disease—treated at roadside “Purushkaar stalls” like quack clinics. A writer without an award looks impotent; with one, even neighbors doubt it’s genuine: “So, where did you pull this off from?” The real nightmare begins with the Thank You Speech—who to mention, who to skip? This, indeed, is the philosophy of Award-ism.
In our home, “Can you pin my saree?” is not just a request—it’s the official ceasefire declaration after a husband-wife war. Pinning sarees for 26 years has been my marital duty, peace treaty, and constitutional right. Without it, even Swiggy feels like punishment!
"For ten days, I’ve been suffocating in the minister’s trash bin, buried under countless petitions. I was born as a ‘desire,’ a letter of hope, but discarded like poison. You thought an MLA’s note could break walls without grease? Fools! In this democracy, glossy bribes live, while plain words die. My last wish—recycling, a samosa plate, or even a child’s paper boat. But here I rot, a symbol of your forgotten vote."
In this satirical slice of clinic life, a doctor recounts the visit of an old acquaintance who barges in unannounced—not for treatment, but for tea, gossip, and emotional unloading. When asked casually about his son's marriage, the conversation spirals into irony. The man, a staunch traditionalist who once led community match-making and frowned upon ‘compromised’ unions, now pleads for any bride for his 35-year-old son—divorcee or widow included. The doctor reflects silently on the cruel poetry of life, as the man, without mentioning any ailment, exits the clinic leaving behind nothing but tea stains and truth bombs.
Numbers don’t lie—unless they’re told to! Donated blood once—now in a report, I donated four times! Chitragupta did it for dharma, NGOs do it for drama. Graphs are sexy; the truth is not. Elections are won more by numbers than by people.
A man’s life is a cycle of questions—“Did you eat?”, “How’s the job?”, “Do you love me?”—and no answer ever sets him free.
A razor-sharp satire on today’s photo-op revolutions, Candle March – Of the Mighty "Mom-Batti Veers" mocks performative activism where grief is glamorized and protests are lit by candles, not courage. From WhatsApp warriors to Instagram patriots, it exposes how revolutions have become aesthetic rituals, not acts of change. A hilarious yet biting commentary on symbolic resistance in a nation addicted to drama over action.
An inspiring glimpse into the journey of publishing three books — from Hindi satires to an English humor collection. Dr. Mukesh shares heartfelt anecdotes, challenges of self-publishing, and the joy of finally bringing "Roses and Thorns" to readers worldwide. Now available on Amazon, Flipkart, and Notion Press!
Dr Garima Jain a known great Artist celebrating International Women's day with one of her newly creation Fad Painting depicting the influence of women in every person's life
Everyone celebrates valentine’s day but no one exactly knows the reason why this day is celebrated. People are not interested to know the reason why this day is celebrated, how important this day is, from where it is started, or what its importance is for others. It is one of the biggest days of the […]