Me the middleman

This is going to be My Page in my maiden Middles compilation--Holypol
Me the middleman
Compiled middles, until and unless have something special in them cease to belong to all times since they are written to felicitate a daily feed of the edit page with events , situations, atmosphere, environment, characters, ironies, agonies and exuberance of the concurrent times.
By the time a compilation is conceived and brought out in book form, an element of staleness sets in to put the reader off considering the middles to be recast and recycled stuff.
I am saying it here to impress upon the readers that this is not all true. The only requirement to enjoy a middles collection is to travel back in time to the situations and scenarios once obtaining with the middle writer. Synchronise your sensibilities with those of the middle writer, feel as he felt when he penned that piece of pure literature—yes it is one—and enjoy it.
In the present compilation—Holypol—in your hands, you need to overlook the element of time and space juxtaposed with your current period, phase or stage. These middles were written at different junctures, legs and holds.
Feelings and impressions are what the middle writers seek to transfer to the readership in the most objective fashion so as to make them identifiable with some kind of a universality of appeal. Hence, the stuff that middles are made up of belong to all times and to all and sundry.
If I have a right to assess myself as a middle writer then let me confess I am still a learner. Self deprecation is the key to letting the readers come along for they do not see a holier-than-thou facade of the middle writer.
I gainsay that I have human-relations, irony, plain humour, satire, situations, atmosphere, environment, society, customs, people, places, incongruities, simplicity, innocuousness, inspiration, philosophy, psychology, history, entertainment, enough Bollywood and much more in my picnic basket. I promise you pleasure of reading folks.
Rajbir Deswal