16 November 2005

Indian weddings

Ludhiana is India's capital of industry and boredom I'm here for a friend's wedding. She has spent the whole day having her hands and feet painted with henna ink as traditional decoration for the ceremony. There's to be no white worn—or white-coloured gifts given—at the wedding. In India, white is the colour of death as opposed to the colour of virgins. It's naturally assumed that the girl will be a virgin at marriage anyway.
Today is the engagement. I'm having a suit tailor-made for the occasion—all for the handsome sum of 65 pounds. But for the wedding I'll be wearing traditional Indian dress... male dress: a sherwani. I'm not sure how to pronounce it properly so I say Sharmani and everyone seems to know what I'm talking about—basically Armani with a 'Sh'.
The wedding will only be family and close friends, so only a small gathering of 900 people is expected. This is relatively small compared to weddings of 2,000+ guests. The bitch is that all the wedding invitations have to be handed out personally by the parents. Each wedding invite is a box of candy and a fancy card, which costs 3 pounds. The total projected cost of the wedding is in the neighbourhood of 18,000 pounds—and that's without the dowry, for which the bride's father is solely responsible. The dowry usually covers everything the couple needs to get their home up and running: furniture, electricals, clothing, white goods (preferably in another colour) and so on. It actually does sound more appealing to have a funeral.

5 comments:

  1. Alright it's going to be my little challenge to be the first to leave a msg after each post...
    Can you tell i'm studying for finals??

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  2. P.S i think your profile leaves alot to be desired!!!!
    UPDATED IT GOD DAMN YOU!!!!

    That is all

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  3. norma03:52

    Oy, Svengali, stop leaving random comments and study a little harder!

    Hi Ara, please don't hang yourself before you post some really cool pictures of the wedding.
    Love you man, and miss you.
    I can hear faint whimpers from the lonely fridge magnets at night when Nigel is away and the house is quiet. Sigh. Come home soon Bollywood boy. x

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  4. Oy Norma, you spelled my name wrong, furthermore Ara is my cousin, soul mate and long lost brother. If I want to leave random msgs then so be it!!!! AIIIGHT??

    Love you couz

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  5. Sounds like you have identified a niche market for "black goods" in India. Ka-ching.

    Looking forward to seeing some Sharmani clad photos of you. Hehe.

    PS: Who is this Svengali character?

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