BFIW 2

For the next 3 days, we had our meals sorted out. Special veg buffets on the terrace of the hotel or the feasts accompanying the sangeet on 26th night, the actual wedding on 27th or the reception on 28th night. I didn't miss my daily non-vegetarian protein intake and feasted on the paneer, chaats and Indian sweets. The sangeet had only the groom's party and i assume the bride's side had their own sangeet in another part of the city. The uncles, aunts,nephews and nieces danced along with the groom  while most of us ladies queued up for the mehndi application. I smudged one hand in no time  but despite the glitch, it brightened my palms for a few days.

On the wedding day, a beautician who came to deck up the groom's mother gave me also a touch-up _ it was no small makeover and had me looking like a kathakali artist who many layers of paint and a hairbun that betrayed my actual age. Seema looked stunning in a bright red sari while the other lady relatives turned out fancy in their best saris. By then, the whole extended family paid special attention to making me feel I was part of their family; either my Hindi was improving or their English was. I got on particularly well with Seemas mother, a retired teacher of English, and her quiet father, a college professor who didn't speak much English.

A bus transported us to the wedding venue inGhaziabad , and for a while we stood outside and danced around the groom perched on a white horse. The dancing went on for half an hour, I guess, on both sides of the road and outside the hall entrance before the bride's family  welcomed us all in great fanfare. Little plates of snacks and bright colored drinks began appearing wherever we were, and the initial excitement of a chat counter son dissipated when I realized I had to leave a lil space for the main course.

And then came the bride, in a lovely red lehenga and shielded under what looked like a flower-decked cot, raining flying kisses at the groom waiting on stage. 

The actual wedding pooja happened in the afternoon after we had our fill. The bride had changed into another outfit by then. Everyone crowded around the puja pandas, and i settled for a second row seat and closed my eyes for a while. By the time i woke up, the wedding ceremony was over. I had expected some loud chanting through a mic but it was a hushed affair and the pujari was probably the most soft spoken guy I had seen. Most embarrassingly, the relatives had all seen me dozing and thought I was bored.