The big fat Indian wedding

I flew straight to jaipur on an air arabia flight on Nov 22nd where I was eagerly and affectionately received by my brother's in laws, a retired naval officer living in an officer's campus, one of the few decent localities I found in the Pink City. The city had none of the charm that beckoned us from tourism brochures but was dusty, dirty and disorganized. But my host's bungalow had the most charming and beautiful interiors. I was meeting them for the first time in their home ground. They organized a taxi and one-day tour for me that covered Hawa mahal, Amer Fort, and a drive up Najafgarh fort from where we could observe Jal Mahal basking in the winter sun. The Palace was closed for renovation. Food was great at the restaurant we had lunch and at my host'sfor breakfast and dinner. I left the next day afternoon for Delhi in an Air India vistara flight, despite trepidations about traveling AI after the Ahmed -abad crash. A green yet polluted city welcomed me and took me in an airport taxi to RK PURAM where my friend lived. She welcomed me with aarati and sindoor, and I walked in to a house teeming with her relatives who had come from Indore and Neemach mostly. By night, many of them dispersed to other relatives' homes and it was just me and the groom's parents in the 50 year old government flat. Bro's friend Des and Farah took me out for dinner to an Assamese restaurant that served pork but no beef, so i settled for a chicken meal. 

The next day morning, there was a spillover puja from the previous day's haldi ceremony. The pandit gathered the groom and his parents near him while the rest of us sat behind and most chattered away loudly defying the loud chants from the poojari who would occasionally hand out various things for the groom or his ps to hold or put into the fire. He had a sense of humor and cracked some jokes in Hindi which I didn't understand by everyone else laughed. He kindly let me do an aarati or circling a plate of consecrated stuff around the fire in the end like every other relative.

Soon after the ceremony, we shifted to a hotel in a Punjabi colony. The reception sported paper clippings of Modi wishing Sikhs on their auspicious day.