The End of Numbers: Three

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Attack

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Counter-attack

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Peace.

Three Trees

The three trees of Ambi's life, among other trees, are:

1. A healthy മഞ്ചാടി tree at home which he raised. Its first blooms, first fruits, and the most red first seeds were celebrated insanely by him.
2. Another മഞ്ചാടി tree which is near the gate. It gave seeds recently.
3. A third മഞ്ചാടി tree which is yet to flower, at the western end. This was the weakest of the three.

All of them counts only if they have not yet been cut down by evil forces.

They were brought from a riverside estate as tiny, weak saplings. Their parent tree is no more. Ambi saw it cut down, after the first one blossomed.

The first one is considered to be a threat to his house. During rainy seasons it gets trimmed of its many branches. Once or twice branches did fall on the house. No damages though. The evil forces are active in developing a theory that if it continues to grow at current rate then its roots may dig into the foundation and tilt or crack the building.

Collected seeds of the first tree.

The second one has not yet been called an enemy of the state. But its location close to a jack fruit tree could annoy capitalist visitors. For the latter gives relatively more valuable timber, apart from edible fruits and seeds.

The Third one is in the most vulnerable situation. It is standing close to the fence with the new western neighbors, who has been less friendly, sometimes to the tree as well. The biggest jack fruit tree of the compound is also standing nearby, which eats up most of the sunlight. No doubt why it is the thinnest and the shortest.

He may love them, but all of them will die one day. Cut down or withered, death is certain.
Is it really certain?
Ambi has no answer.

Old Wrench, New Nuts

Note the points:

1. A language has its origin in a less-intellectually-developed group of people.
2. Over time, the vocabulary may increase and evolve. But the syntax of a language does not change as much.

Therefore it becomes increasingly difficult to express new ideas in a language as time passes. It is like painting Bliss on a rock with plant-color. Not impossible, but handicapped.

A language was developed by people of very old and different age to meet their needs. Those needs seem elementary in our times.

But it is impractical to alter the syntax of a language every now and then. One may end up with a language that few understands.

So bear with it. Or keep silence.