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My New Years

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Each New Year of mine was invariably overshadowed by the preceding Christmas. My entire childhood was lived out in a remote and nondescript village of central Kerala where electricity arrived when I was in high school. New Year meant nothing more to the villagers than the replacement of the old wall calendar with a new one. Just like the earth which went on revolving around the sun without ever knowing the human markers of time, the villagers continued their routine life on the first of January too in their farms. The Christmas hangover would linger, however.

The crib was still there waiting to be removed. The star made of bamboo strips and mist-resistant paper was already brought down in all probability. Most people couldn’t afford to maintain, beyond a week, the oil lamps or the paraffin wax candles which were lit inside those stars with much care and caution. The crepe paper decorations in the crib would have begun to sag. There was no plastic in those days, the late 1960s. So our New Years were not polluted with the debris of the cribs and other Christmas decorations.

Later, when I moved to college and lived in the city of Kochi, the New Year celebrations acquired a lot of grandeur and glitter. Kochi has its own version of New Year carnival whose history goes back to the Portuguese New Year celebrations that took place in the city during the colonial era. The Portuguese ruled over the area from 1503 to 1663.

Papanji is a dominant figure of Kochi’s New Year carnival. Interestingly, Papanji is also the Malayalam name of Santa Claus. But the New Year carnival’s Papanji is the effigy of an old man who remotely resembles Santa Claus but is not Santa Claus, and it is burnt as the midnight ushers in the New Year, to symbolise the passing of the old year. Christmas and New Year merge in the figure of Kochi’s Papanji. It’s only in my old age that I learnt that the name Papanji is derived from Portuguese Papai Noel, Christmas Father, another name of Santa Claus.

Christmas has overshadowed New Year in the Christian-dominated areas of Kerala, though celebrations like the Kochi Carnival have been secularised eventually. This year, the celebration has been toned down due to the demise of former Prime Minister Manmohan Singh.

I’m typing this post sitting in my small library in my small house in my small village in the small state of Kerala. The evening is still and quiet outside my window except for the sound of an occasional vehicle on the road. The city of Kochi will be very different right now with a lot of lights and sounds, including the sounds of fire-crackers. And music.

I’m glad to be away from the glare and the sound. Glad to be a small, minute, insignificant micro-dot on the planet earth that sways in her orbit gracefully, quietly, without realising that the species called humans is making all the noise in honour of her revolution. Let me feel the planet’s eternal rhythm in my pulses, measured not in fleeting resolutions but in tides and seasons. Let me celebrate the New Year lying in the cradle of the earth that moves on and on in spite of all the fleeting sparks and brilliance and explosions in distant cities.

A view of the road outside my gate just as I'm posting this at 8.08 pm


PS. This post is a part of ‘Celebrate and Reflect Blog Hop’ hosted by Manali Desai and Sukaina Majeed under #EveryConversationMatters




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  1. Hari OM
    All the very, very best to you and yours, Tomichan. May 2025 bring health, peace and a little joy your way. YAM xx

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    1. Thank you, Yamini. Greetings from both of us. May 2025 bring you a lot of blessings.

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  2. Happy New Year. It's still the 31st here and will be for another half day. The whole week kind of mushes together at a certain point.

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    1. By now the New Year must have arrived... Happy New Year

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  3. Wish you and yours a Happy New Year!

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  4. I share your sentiments. Yes. New Year meant nothing for a Keralite, for that matter, even for Indian. If Western New Year, dictated by the Roman Gregorian Calendar is made homogenizingly, larger than life-size, what are Ugadi and Pongal for. And the Muslim New Year for? Or Bigu? It is the Market made the Difference, making it essential to celebrate it!!! Just like the Santa Clause has overrun Christmas!!

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    1. Indeed the market has determined a wide range of human behaviour and outlooks.

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  5. Wow. I didn't know about this tradition. I think your villge sounds like the perfect balance between now and then. Wishing you more writings inn2025.

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    1. Yes, Ambica, my village is quite a neat balance between the two: now and then, city and the remote.
      Best wishes to you too for the New Year.

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  6. Wish you and your family a happy new year, Tomichan! All your posts have certain deep message. Thanks for sharing them with our Readers!

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  7. Wish you and your family a happy new year, Tomichan! All your posts have certain deep message. Thanks for sharing them with our Readers! Sorry, forgot to login into my google account in my earlier comment..

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    1. Thank you Sreedhar ji. Seeing a comment from you after a very long time. Wish you too a Happy New Year.

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  8. I too am more content in the warmth of my small life and surroundings, away from the noise the urban new year makes. What's important is that our hearts are in the right place. Happy 2025 to you.

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    1. Blessed are those whose heart is in the right place.

      Happy New Year to you too.

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  9. It's nice to have a quiet new year. Wish you a very good 2025. May you have a lot of quiet time to write more awesome articles like this one.

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  10. Learnt about an interesting tradition thanks to you. New year is becoming more and more festive and western with time. A quiet and cozy time sounds comforting.

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  11. With age, I too want to be away in a quiet place reading a book, may be, and eating some delicious home-made food. That's now my idea of happiness. Anyway, once all the noise is drowned, it's business as usual everywhere, right? And resolutions? well, let's not even talk about them. I liked the description of the Christmas celebrations when you were younger. Back the,, unknowingly, we were conscious of our planet and used minimum things even for celebrations; celebrations that felt real. Today, everything seems fake, don't you agree?
    Happy new year, Tomichan sir.

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  12. Love the tradition followed at your village sir, I do love calm and simple life. But unable to have visit at my native place. Wishing you a happy and prosperous new year!

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  13. Glad to know about Papanji , the Malayali version of Santa Clause... I was not aware of it . I can also feel the pain of yours. Take care and God bless you.

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  14. The places and their traditions, how lovely they are and such amazing opportunities they give us to make these mesmerizing memories. Wish you a happy 2025!

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  15. Thanks for letting me know about Papanji ! Your post is enriched with your wisdom & life experience. Sometimes peace is being small, minute and merging with mother Nature. Wishing you a fabulous 2025, Sir filled with health , happiness & lots of peace!

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  16. Your posts always make the reader think. The sentence "Let me feel the planet’s eternal rhythm in my pulses, measured not in fleeting resolutions but in tides and seasons. " is so so beautiful. I live in Dubai, where New Year's is loud and garish, a spectacle for the world. Someday I wish to celebrate my New Year's quietly, hearing the blue orb spin...

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  17. I watched Papanji being burnt on television this year. My 87 year old Mom exclaimed, "It is so quiet in Thrissur! It does not feel like Christmas." I think Kerala celebrates most festivals with less noise than other states. I enjoyed reading your post, Tomichan, and how you write that you feel the planet's eternal rhythm in your pulses. You can only do that when in the silence.

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  18. Never saw a Kerala Christmas but the one you talked about would be the perfect way, without all that glitz and glam and celebrating pure joy of the season.

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  19. This post is so heartfelt. Along with how you celebrated the festive season in Kerala, I enjoyed learning about the culture and the regional words of Kerala and loved 'Papanji'; will think of this word when I read Santa henceforth.

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  20. Such a visual post - i think I imagined every scene you wrote - from the plastic free christmas to where you sat and wrote this post. And loved learning about New Year's in Kochi. Really enjoyed! Thanks!

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  21. I am amazed to read through this, learned something new today as I was unaware of this carnival you shared

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  22. A tad bit late but best wishes for 2025. I loved the little nuggets of information and general knowledge in your post not forgetting the very vivid description.

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  23. Wow Sir, you have a library at home. Do share some pictures when you can

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    1. You can see a partial view of my little library in my FB cover: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61556515392846

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  24. Ah, what a wonderful read that was! And when you talked about Earth and its revolutions, it made me realise how insignificant our celebrations and traditions are in comparison!

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    1. Thanks Ananya. Yes, we are not only insignificant but arrogant too....

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  25. With this blog you have beautifully captured the quiet nostalgia of rural Kerala and the contrast with modern festivities. Btw i want to see your home library pics

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    1. You can see a partial view of my little library in my FB cover: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61556515392846

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  26. I always feel like that I can go on and reading your words. They are like a soothing balm. The messages always have the power to still my thoughts and, yes, my world in its own meandering resolution. In my young age, I still find joy in the loud celebrations of New years, almost like if they weren't so obvious, I would forget to embrace the new beginnings and.. Maybe the even the motivation to keep on going.

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  27. Happy New YEAR, Sir! I am too planning to build a library at home. I hope you have a great year ahead.

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  28. your post brought back my memories of the christmas carnival of 2012 in Kochi,Kerala. I had never been to a fair or a mela and at 19 that was my first experience. I carry that memory with all it's beauty. 2012 Kerala too was different.

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  29. sounds like an idyllic way to usher in the new year IMO. Wish more people would understand that noise and other kinds of pollutions are not necessarily the only way to celebrate

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