Dearly Beloved...

Indian weddings are awesome. I think that's the only word to describe them. A trip to India just isn't complete without attending at least one Indian wedding ceremony. Fortunately for me, the stars were in allignment and all the residents in my apartment were invited to attend my landlord's, wife's, cousin's wedding.

Now first let me tell you that I'm not kidding about the stars thing. May 11th was apparently considered to be an excellent day to get married if one believed the paandits (Indian Astrologer/Priest chaps). This being the case, naturally THE WHOLE OF DELHI decided to sieze the day and get married. Alright, I may be exaggerating when I say the whole of Delhi, but I'm not when I tell you that according to the papers, over 40 THOUSAND wedding ceremonies were performed that day alone.

Can you imagine the traffic jam?! Let's just say it took us a long, LONG time to get to the wedding, even though we were driving on the sidewalks to avoid traffic.

Now if your experience with weddings up to this point has been with the traditional-christian-wedding variety you are in for a treat. An Indian wedding is an explosion of colour, sound, light, and smell. There are young people dancing, old men shouting, women of all ages crying, people being flung about (usually the bridegroom, poor chap), horses, horrendously bad brass bands screeching through melodies, and food. Lots and lots of food. I must have had 20 Kulfi's and 15 Gulap Jamun's that night.... It was awesome.

Now if anyone is thinking about going off on me about my diet, you may take your comments and shove it three feet up your ass. I'm in India. I'll eat whatever I want, and a lot of it too. I'll diet when I get Diabetes.

Unfortunately, we didn't bring a camera, but here's a picture I stole from an apartment-mate.


Poor Fellow... He doesn't know what he's got himself into...