A wedding reception

Attended my first Indian wedding in India yesterday evening. Well, to be honest, it wasn’t the wedding proper but more of a reception where guests came in, congratulated the couple who were standing on a wedding dais on a stage, posed for pictures and then went for the post-reception meal. Trust me to try to squeeze an entire life-changing event into a single sentence. But it certainly was an experience that I regretted not bringing a camera to (forgot to charge the batteries as well) and am very thankful to Anil for inviting me to share in his joy.

Would be tempted to go on about how ‘weddings are the same all over the world’ and all that sort of thing but am sure it’s been done before, many times over. Will do that in another form another time so will go on a little about the wedding itself. Being a reception and all, the happy couple were a little too busy entertaining all the rest of their guests to be able to spend much time with us but was glad to be there all the same. The wedding hall had chairs for guests to sit to watch the couple receiving other guests and an adjoining dining room for dinner. Food (as I was told) was an interesting mix of Northern and Southern dishes that I tried desperately to identify. Being pretty far away from school, the bunch of us from Indus had to hustle, eat and bundle ourselves into the car pretty quick to get back in decent time.

Guess the reception did tell me one thing – about being comfortable in a strange environment. Just a few weeks ago, remember writing about being an alien in an alien environment, the brush-headed guy of Chinese descent being the ‘other’ in downtown Bangalore. Well, that happened again yesterday – I was the only vaguely oriental looking person in the entire wedding hall but didn’t quite feel so awkward somehow. Could be thicker skin, better relations with friends and colleagues in Indus or just being more comfortable in a place that I’ll be for the better part of this year. Hopefully no?

Wedding photo with the happy couple. Spot the odd man out.


4 Responses to “A wedding reception”

  1. 1 Jenny Lee 20 March 2008 at 7:49 07

    sounded like an interesting event! hope you feel more ‘at home’ soon. my support is with you always, my friend.

  2. 2 feli 21 March 2008 at 9:41 09

    perhaps u’re getting a vague tan? :p

  3. 3 gymstan 21 March 2008 at 3:34 03

    Thanks for the kind comments and I might be working up a bit of a tan with the hot sun of late. Problem is the eyes…can’t get round the overly oriental eyes…

  1. 1 Turning the ‘them’ into ‘us’ « musings of a brush Trackback on 19 June 2008 at 9:53 09

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