"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.