My thoughts on "The Edges of Questions", by Raju Singh Malyal

My name is Raju. I have been with the Compughar for an year now. I want to read before you some of my thoughts on my peer Shamsher Ali's text, "The Edges of Questions". I have named my text "My thoughts on 'The Edges of Questions'."

Day before yesterday, at around ten at night, I was sitting in my room with the Book Box in my hands. I opened the box and pulled out a red coloured book from it. It was titled, "Method is that heavy thing that makes everything light". I looked at the tilte, read it and started to think, "This is a good title, and also quite captures how things are". Then I opened the book and the first text before me was Shamsher Ali's, The Edges of Thought. I like this text. I have already read it twice or thrice before, but this time I wanted to write my thoughts on it, so I read it three times. On reading it thrice I felt as if Shamsher Ali was sitting in front of me, telling me about the edges of thought.

When I read the text, a question rose in my mind. It was, "Does thought have edges?" I thought hard, but couldn't quite reach the limit of my own thoughts. But another thought came to my mind, that boundaries of thought are created by thought itself, and it is only when we step on these boundaries that our feet start to get entangled in the quicksand of thinking.

It is difficult to tell how much we think in a day. There are so many things we see everyday, and so many that we encounter for the first time. There are some things which we see, but don't consiously acknowledge. But there are some things, seeing which we create in ourselves an ocean of thoughts. We dive in this ocean, and let ourselves sink; and once this begins, we can only go deeper and deeper into this ocean.

Where one thought ends, another begins. And with every thought is a feeling, and to give a sense of that feeling is sometimes difficult. How can we explain a thought?

Everyone has thoughts. Some people think good things, others bad. We think good things for people we respect. But if they do something we don't like, our thought for them becomes bad. Why does this happen? Maybe because we are are unable to reach the limits of our thought. Before we reach the limits, another thought engulfs and hides these limits.

I had read Shamsher Ali's text thrice. The text had depth. And I started thinking, when Shamsher Ali wrote this text, were his thoughts confined to the text itself, or were they also traveling outside!

I'm also writing my thoughts. And while writing I thought I wouldn't let my thoughts step out of what I was doing. But how much ever I tried, they wandered outside what I was writing. Sometimes we think we have reached the limits of our thought, and so create a boundary around it.

We always carry something with us. What is that? It is thought. Because even if we rid ourselves of one thought, another comes and surrounds us.

Lets think about thought. What must a thought be like? I think it must be round like a ball, in which we can't find edges. And we keep playing with the ball. This is a game that has a beginning, but doesn't end.

So these were my thoughts on The Edges of Thought. Now I would like to invite Dipika on stage. Dipika has been with the Compughar for just around a week. But in this time, she never let us feel there was a newcomer among us. Dipika will tell us about a text called "A Couple".