The Feedback:

 "Just get on with it, what worse could happen?"

From: "A Turn in the corner"

Was it my déjà vu? Is my unconscious mind processing my anguish, even when I was not actively thinking about acceptance, and painting a picture of a self-imagined appreciation and admiration. Why this peculiar format - mind talking to itself and hitting my auditory nerves?

The human brain is a complex organ, stores infinite information, processes them in a way to facilitate retrieval of memories. Imaginch was very well aware of this common knowledge. What he could not understand was this. Why at times, these processes go awry resulting in glitches in memory and erroneous recall, substitution of its own take on how something should have happened or due to crosstalk within its labyrinths, to create a déjà vu situation? 

He had no other option but feel perplexed. He also knew why but wanted to impart a little more spin to this déjà vu ball and bowl a doosra, or carrom ball, to unsuspecting friends! He hoped, his friends are well equipped batsmen.

Players take guard and now, over to the spin bowler: 

Imaginch never dreamt, that one day his dreams would open up a communication channel with his mentor and well-wishers. Per usual, the communication channel also managed to catch unsolicited and spurious chats, as if to confuse and derive a bit of fun at the expense of his sleep. This itself was troublesome and to add to this, as a bonus, his communication channel chose to intrude into the periods of deep sleep cycles, disrupting his thought waves, like the wake left by a huge oil tanker.

As a result, Imaginch’s circadian rhythm went haywire, now and then. Sleep for 2 hours, break for an hour and again a spell of sleep. In effect, sleep or awake, the channel was on in "wakey-talkie-mode". He tried to turn it off but he had no such remote on hand. So, he decided to make use of these nocturnal disturbances to his advantage. To feed his hunger for writing, may be a Blog post!

The mentor-reader:

"Initially, your characters, Muser and Bystander were just feeling their way around. Sometimes they burst out like geysers but mostly flow like calm waters. I can't forget the write-ups on spider and the dogs. 

Now a days, your new character, Imaginch, who occupies more word-space, belts out more angry sermons, lectures and what nots? I wonder where he gets, the spirit to be angry, annoyed and at times able to go deep in to the whys and hows of natural occurrences. With one are two characters managing to present an interesting topic is a noteworthy talent"

I wonder, how you manage to post once a week. Sometimes, I feel you will be burnout at this rate. But considering other factors, maybe it is better for you to continue and post as you may have many of them in waiting, as it is. By naming characters like Muser, Bystander and Imaginch, you deftly avoided getting into naming conflicts or controversies. The recent entrant, a judge and a lawyer, bring variety to the posts. You have managed to rope in Brahma along with Chitragupta and Yamadharmaraj to enliven certain Earthly topics!  Word selection, sentence formation reflects well on your familiarity with the medium of writing. Allowing freedom to your inner voice is an excellent ruse". A Shakespearian touch.

Imaginch felt humbled – this reader, rarely disturbs. On occasions that happens, it used to be an analytical approach and enlightenment.

Serious reader:

"Your confidence is showing up in the ease, with which you take up subjects that range from ordinary to difficult - living to inanimate things. You could vividly picturise the struggles of dogs and spiders. The write up on typewriter, mouse, weighing machine and rails made me to feel their feelings, as if they were directly talking to me. These topics stand testimony for hard work and fertile imagination. Whatever be the topic, you manage to present difficult arguments, in appropriate places. Sometimes, you come up with sentences that steal the march over the central idea itself.  The characters Muser and Bystander with whom you started with, have quietly given way to Imaginch, a judge and a lawyer. It shows your hunger and passion for writing."

 Reluctant reader:

 "I confess, I am little reluctant to start reading. Basically, was afraid that you might have alluded to my nature in the write up. Even after becoming a regular follower, I still do so, with that feeling you might have slipped in something of my nature. might creep in, unexpectedly. I get disappointed with every article, as you have cleverly chosen to pick up actions and behaviours of general populace and then let Muser, Bystander or Imaginch to interact and narrate. The episodes involving grandkids and a retiree or the attempts to raise a garden with or without help, have put me as a permanent fellow traveller, down many memory lanes."

 In-house reader:

 "I don't know whether lucky or burdened. Every waking and sleeping moment, you’re churning out some words in your mind. Most of them are incoherent and meaningless to me. My imaginary legs and hands are paining, as I have to constantly stand on my toes and wave the cautionary flag, so often. This hurt is more when you ignore my voice or forcefully silence it. 

Like Houdini, the magician you try to pull rabbits out of your mind but end up with sickly mice. Yet, you try to find ways to turn it healthy and try to make me believe you have pulled it off!  Why don't you, for once listen to your mentor-reader and ease up a little. I am getting tired of keeping an eye, open always, on your thinking and the potential traps you habitually ignore. The other day, I eavesdropped on your loud thinking that ‘The goals you chase, turn out to be insignificant, after achieving it or something to that effect’.  Listen to me once, please practice it.”

There are some peeky-scooty readers. They browse, do not part with a like or dislike and like ghosts vanish without leaving a trace. They do not know that the Blog post registers every visit to the page! I smile, count their presence and silently thank them.

In the end, all of them had this one question, before leaving the dream space. “Why do you write? Fumbling for an instant, almost dropping the catch, Imaginch plucked out this answer out of thin air, “Many of us cannot accept and sufficiently react to things and events, that take place, all around us. By strongly reacting to them on our screens, I am giving all of us a chance to participate without raising the hackle in others. Consider this as a tiny ‘public- anguish- relief mechanism’.