a south indian wedding
colours, bangles and gold
26.04.2011
March 2011
It was an honour to be invited to my 1st Indian wedding; boy these guys can get a groove on.........it was fantastic.
It was my neighbours wedding and a muslim affair; I had no idea what to expect and it surpassed all my expectations (although the food was the only negative, more about that later).
My landlady phabi and her daughter-in-law Ayesha are such sweethearts and gave me a traditional salwar kameez to wear, the colours were gorgeous: bright fuscia pink and electric blue with a gorgeous scarf ..............I almost looked local from the back :-) I was told to straighten my hear and wear lots of bangles and lipstick..............so with those instructions, that's what I did.
The build up to the wedding was a tiring affair, I live below the family and they were nocturnal for around a month - when I went to bed, they started entertaining: I was knackered and I wasn't even involved, god only knows what the bridal party must have felt like, saying that they all looked awesome on the night I attended.
Now, Indian weddings take place over a couple or few days; although I'm not really sure. i was invited to two evenings - I'm not sure when the wedding ceremony takes place or any other burning questions. I know it's ignorant, I did ask lot's of questions but obviously too much to remember as I can't remember all that was told to me about the comings and goings of a south indian muslim wedding.
So the night of the wedding, was a huge big build up of sparkly lights on the facade of our building, musicians playing outside the house with a small van and a loudspeaker (i could have sworn they were outside my door 'cos they were LOUD), people were gathering on the street to get a glimpse of the wedding party...........there was most definitely a vibe going on. I was getting really exited and it wasn't even my day but the tempo of the music was really getting the heart skipping fast beats.
I just happened to come out my door at the same time the groom and his parents were coming downstairs.............they were so beautiful and very very sweet to me. I did'nt really know how to greet the groom, as in the west we shake hands and give words of good wishes. Erm, not sure how to greet this groom with the elaborate white turban on his head, lots of flowers around his neck and looking like a mughal from days gone by..............anyhow, i shook his hand and I'm sure I said something that was pretty feeble but the music was so loud he wouldn't have heard me anyway.................phew............1st impressions count :-)

So, I'm waiting for my landlady and family to finish get ready and I happen to be on the stairs watching the 'groove' going on down on the ground floor. The wedding party were trying to persuade me to join them, OMG...............i was overwhelmed with shyness and couldn't bring myself to go downstairs and get down with the crowd - it was beautiful to watch from the back, i was in my comfort zone by just watching. The music was energetic, the mood was high and 'boy' this crowd could groove...................AWESOME!


Finally we arrived at the wedding reception, which was in an area where it seemed that every young couple in love in HYD were getting married - so many wedding receptions were taking place, in fact it was difficult to know which one to attend ;-). This is the bit when the women and men separate and have their own little 'get together', ok this was a 1st for me - normally in weddings I go to in the west by the time the reception is held there is someone hitting on the bridesmaids and the best man is chasing some female guest.............this was a totally new refreshing experience.
The women in this venue were BEAUTIFUL, I have never seen so much colourful clothes, gold and bangles in one place before - what a feast for my eyes - now this was entertainment :-) All the teenage girls were dressed up in the most stunning outfits with a little bit of seductive eye make up and the women looked so demure and very, very beautiful.

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Now the bride was absolutely gorgeous..............i could not take my eyes off her for a while as she must have taken so long to get prepared for the day and her clothes, make up and jewelery were dazzling - what an honour to be at the wedding.

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So, photo's over and all the women had greeted each other, checked out what everyone was wearing and made themselves noticed - it was then food time................as I had said the women looked 'demure', even graceful................well as soon as dinner was called, it was like a stampede to the tables, all that etiquette went out the door they came through - this was serious, this was food! To be honest, that's when I should have said my thankyou's and left as I'm vegetarian and the only veg dish on offer was a salad that I was fighting with the flies for - the flies won!! ...............and I got a sore belly.
In conclusion, I had a fantastic time - it was an honour and an experience that I'll never forget - it's a shame I couldn't make the next night but I was tucked up in bed suffering from overeating cucumbers that the flies had liked too.................ahhhhhhhhhhhh
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