Years ago, at New Year’s, our neighbor across the street would hang long strings of firecrackers from the big banyan tree in his yard. At midnight he’d light them and — Bang! Bang! Bang! — for about 10 minutes we had a real traditional celebration. Next day there’d be bits of red paper all over the street and we’d all sweep it up. No deaths, no one burned, no one maimed for life. We need to go back to those days.