I would like to recall some experiences of my sugary memories here. A few of my memoirs have been posted earlier also.
‘Vishu’ is an enchanting festival of Hindus of Kerala in
India. It is a
legendary celebration full of sanctity and serenity. It makes its presence in
the mid-April though., it is believed to be a New Year gala. It is said that it
signifies the commencement of Zodiac
Year. Anyhow it has been dwelling amidst people since a millennium or more back.
Two imperative facets of vishu’s rituals are ‘Vishukkani’(The first sight of new year) and ‘Vishukkaineettam’. The oldsters despite their dotage ensure the vishukkani view for all the members of the family. The rouse at dawn followed by the virtual ‘vishukkani’, a full-fledged bath and a new set of apparels enthrall the members. And here comes ‘vishukkaineettam’ a holy gift of affirmation from the elders to youngsters, from Haves to Have-nots, from masters to servants.
The vishukkaineettam, for which everyone has a yen, is a vertebra on the backbone of Vishu’s celebration. Vishu without vishukkaineettam is not at all a celebration for the offspring of the family, but only a procedure formal. And kaineettam or the gift is the most curious item for the under-aged. They dash and rush to the elders, when the latter dole out coins after coins in hands and hands. The young progenies’ visual part and thinking dot count and calculate the total sum with much glee in mind and glow on face.
The childhood, mine though happened years back, the glimpses still linger in my memory as lively as today’s sparks .Entertainment and merriment winged and wing the festival, Vishu, for its entry occurs during summer vacation. The Gaggle used to come together to compare the collection of ‘Vishukkaineettam’. The smarter and elder charmed the younger ones for owning their sacred earnings of that day. They ,the elders give some syrupy promises which remain as promises only without any rupture. The poor, tender very easily fell prey to the formers’ plans.
Sometimes father time carries us back through the track we have travelled. Here we witness abundant amazing scenes of our old deeds engraved on the board of our memories. They flash as reel by reel of movies through our minds.
Once with the ‘vishukkaineettam’, a cousin of my age and me together entered into a new initiative. Our little hands sowed the coins in elephant-yam’s pits. “They will grow into tall plants bearing coins and coins all over,” thought we contentedly. We watered every day and watched intriguingly their growth by removing the earth.
“Alas! Sluggishness surrounding the coins prevented them from sending their shoot to the wonderful world outside”, inferred our tiny minds.
One day we noticed sadly the coins’ nonexistence in mother Earth’s lap. The gloom that shadowed our petite minds allowed tears to flow down the cheeks as streams. And those drops which loomed in our eyes tried to soothe and console us.
“Don’t fret about, you posses hap enough and that is why mother Earth has showered on you her blessings. You have become very dear to Her. She had carried away Sita Devi when Sita wished so. And just like that has she received your gift also with delight” the eldest among the laddies solaced us.
We, who were aware of Ramayana story, were taken aback by his considerate words. Our innocent minds were full with thrill and enjoyed really the bliss of mother Earth’s blessings”.
Didn’t or couldn’t our tender age notice the snigger on the eldest cousin’s visage. Now when we open that folder, the game and fun behind that appear very luridly. A smile emerges out because of the folly,ours at that time.
Life without fun is a dish without salt.
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