The Indian Wedding

Last week I went to an Indian wedding.

I’m related to the groom – well, when I say related, the groom is my cousin’s husband’s cousin. With Indians, even your uncle’s wife’s cousin’s uncle’s sister-in-law’s cousin is considered a relative.

Bride and groom during the traditional ceremony:

I don’t really know the significance of many of the rituals that go on during the traditional part of Indian weddings. I don’t think anyone does really. I think the above shot was them just posing for shots though.

The food was lovely

An Indian wedding wouldn’t be complete without dancing

I wish the shot below had come out clearer – the two little girls are Angelisa and Tara.

I have no idea who these men are, but one of them came up to me and hugged me. I just smiled and pretended I knew who he was. That’s the other thing about Indian weddings – they’re so easy to gatecrash because no one actually knows who’s who.

Speaking of gatecrashing weddings, at one point a girl came up to me (well, she looked about my age) and said she was from another wedding next door and had noticed the music in this wedding, and was wondering if it was OK for her to come and dance with us. I said ‘sure’. She then told me she had never danced at a wedding before and was wondering if I could go up with her. I thought it was a tad strange but agreed. After a minute or so of awkward dancing, she said she didn’t know how to dance because she’d never been to this kind of event before :| I realised later that the wedding next door was a Muslim wedding. Music/dancing isn’t allowed there.

I was harrased by a shemale. Well, everyone called her a shemale.

She saw me taking a picture of her and winked at me, and held out her hand gesturing for me to dance with her. I thought I’d play along and took up her offer. She threw me around like a ragdoll. I was scared.

Angelisa is a cutie – she was the only one on the dancefloor at one point. I think she watches too many Bollywood movies though :P

Aww

C’est tout. :)