
One year has gone so fast and again it is Vishu today. A festival in Kerala that I used to look forward to more than any other festivals back in those school days. It was the fireworks that kept me waiting for it the entire year. Firecrackers every where in different sizes, shapes and colours. The ones that role on the ground and those small rockets that shoot up at the sky. The bomb-shaped ones that explodes so loudly to remind you the location of your eardrums once in a while. Many more exciting verities such as the flowerpots, fire wheels and sparklers.
When the winter is over and harvesting is finished, the konna trees (golden shower trees) start to bloom and we would know that Vishu is around the corner. Then small shops selling fire crackers spring up everywhere. Those shops held my fascination so much that I knew about all types of products they have. I even experimented with mixing the powder and making my own stuff. Sitting here in Singapore on a day like this thinking of my options to celebrate a Vishu the way I used to, I end up reminiscing my childhood.... Sweet pain of nostalgia.

Early morning at around 4 AM Mom comes to wake me up, blind fold me with her fragile hands and walk me to the pooja room where the Vishukkani is ready. In front of the Kani she would take her hands off. After staring at that blinding light for sometime I start seeing things. A Ramayana book ,some raw rice, a fresh linen cloth, a golden cucumber, few betel leaves, arecanut , a vaalkannaadi ( metal mirror) , a bunch of konna flowers, some coins and a pair of halved coconuts filled with coconut oil and burning cotton wicks dipped in it. All this arranged in a big otturuli (a bronze vessel ) and beside that a Nilavilakku (a bell metal lamp) with five wicks glowing around it. This Vishukkani is a wish list that marks the start our astrological new year. It screams Wish you a happy and prosperous new year.
After seeing the Vishukkani we rush to open the firecracker boxes. My sisters wouldn't touch the explosive items, they are happy with the sparklers. After finishing my stock of fireworks I would start listening to the sound of the crackers from neighborhood. A few explosions from Kuttan's house then some loud thuds from Srini's place followed by a series of bombings from the Chandran family. Always there would be continuous background score from all the far away families. Sometimes they compete. When Kuttan once set off a chain of crackers that lasted 2 minutes , I had to join two such chains to make it last 4 minutes. Sometimes there would be crackers going off from all the families together reaching a crescendo. Boom, vroom, bang and finally there is the smell of sulphur everywhere. It's bliss.
For many of them the most attractive thing about Vishu is the Kynettam. The elder ones in the family distribute money to the younger ones. It's our pocket money for the next few months.
In Singapore we didn't have the luxury of celebrating a Vishu like the way we used to. Yet we could pull together a small version of it. A Malayalee shop in Little India gave most of the ingredients including the Konna flowers. We had an old stock of sparklers too. A Kani in the late morning , a nice lunch at noon, some sparklers in the evening and we declared Vishu as celebrated.
Now we are looking forward to getting together in Kerala for the next Vishu.