This is my American friend, who now works in the U.S. to the World Bank. Shamir She and her boyfriend decided to marry, and wanted to celebrate in the birthplace of Shamir: Bangalore, India.
and invited us to their wedding. And off we went.
Bangalore is located in South India. It is an important technological development (although I really do not think so.) When you arrive you are typical of what you can expect: a big city, full of people, it seems that has no defined center, with wide streets in which nobody pays any attention to the rails or preference, and traffic is a chaos, mainly of small motor vehicles. Following is a very noisy city, as all drivers moving to blow the horn. Still, Bangalore was best kept to the following cities that we visited on the trip.
The wedding was a Hindu ceremony, but an abbreviated version, because apparently the Indian weddings last for days, and this "only" The ceremony lasted about three hours (with a lunch break included). Was held at the Taj West End hotel in Bangalore, a luxury hotel surrounded by gardens, in a large room that had a box of chairs and a square altar, adorned with flowers.
The ceremony went more or less as follows:
First, the couple sat outside the altar in a ritual of welcome and acceptance by the families. America by participating parents, and by his mother and sisters Shamir. This ritual consisted mainly of the priest sang songs all the time, and family threw rice at the bride and groom in the head.
After the couple have raised and have left each one to a room. Then in the back of the room served food, buffet style.
After eating, the couple returned to the room with different clothes, and go to the altar. Then the priest is chanting the whole time and telling them what to do. Shamir's sister was in charge of making the translation into English, so that the bride and her family heard what the priest was saying.
At various times during the ceremony as the priest, as the parents of America, as the mother of Shamir, rice has dropped over the heads of the couple. On one occasion the couple have stood and been tied with a rope, broke out after.
At another point, the couple and the father of America had to hold a bowl and American mother filled it with milk, and then threw flowers inside. Then
has come to believe that was the focal point of the wedding, though, as I say, do not we learned anything. Have put America and Shamir standing, facing each other, separated by a veil spread to the height of the nose. After the priest sing some songs, have lowered the veil, and Shamir has made America a lei. After the turn has come to America to do the same, but at that moment a bastard Shamir Friends have raised shoulders and poor America has had to score the garland on the head of her boyfriend (hopefully got it).
Later, another ritual has been that have brought a brazier and some wood and made a bonfire, where they laid flowers and other things such as rice and bananas. Shamir has caught the smoke with his hands and has sucked up to four times.
Another ritual that seemed important was when the couple have raised and given seven times in a circle on the altar, holding hand. It seems that each of the seven laps was to achieve a specific purpose. Ending
and have brought a container with water and rose petals, and launched into a ring. The couple had to compete to see who was before the ring. Apparently it was the first to dominate in the marriage. I think I found Shamir.
Finally, married women have been up to the altar to bless the couple. This blessing is that they first pass a lighted candle in front of the face, then throw them in the head rice.
The ceremony, the couple, as husband and wife, have come down from the altar and one by one they have stooped to all his family, touching their feet, receiving a blessing patted on the head.
And so much the ceremony, leaving many details and many other things to tell. Then there was a buffet dinner (at 19:30), and then to the apartment. The next day we were soon at the airport in order to retrieve our luggage, which had not yet arrived from Paris (thanks, Air France), and then we left for Delhi to start a circuit that would take us six days of incredible places in Delhi Jaipur and Agra, ending at the Taj Mahal and then back to Delhi to catch a plane that brought us longed back to Europe. The chronicle of this trip in future editions of this blog.
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