I had the chance to take my first out of town trip and my first wedding experience a few weeks ago. Thankfully for Kit, it was just a full day that I was gone. My friend Rohini has been so kind to me the last couple months. She's helped me with learning the language, the culture, taken me sari shopping, and welcomed me into her home and into the lives of her family and friends. While I was very happy for her joy in getting married, I was sad to see her move 6 hours away. I will miss her friendship and constant smile.
The whole idea of "arranged marriage" is so foreign to me. Not to say I fully understand it now, but I've been able to learn a lot through watching her experience. She is 24, which by traditional standards here, is "getting on up there" and nearly past her prime marriage age. Her betrothed, Sunny, sought a wife through relational lines. A connection with her aunt connected the two. Pictures were sent and both of their opinions sought (arranged does not mean "forced"...usually.) When it seemed both families were interested in the union, they arranged a meeting. Rohini wanted a December wedding to give 7 months or so of engagement. But as discussions progressed, his family wanted it to happen sooner, because being farmers, they needed an extra hand quickly. So with 3 weeks notice!!!!, the date was set and Rohini's family went into wedding mode buying everyone new saris and gifts, giving gifts of jewelry and saris to Rohini and planning the details of the big day. Untraditionally, the wedding took place in his hometown. But also untraditionally, his family didn't ask for a dowry from hers. They just wanted her :) The two of them didn't actually speak to one another until on the phone a couple weeks before the wedding.
The wedding was a lot of fun and quite different from any wedding I've been to before. We showed up just in time to get changed because it took a little longer than expected to get there. It was basically a large cement, open-aired building with a stage at front and a few side rooms. In one of those side rooms, we were rushed in there with about 20 other women and girls who on-looked as we changed into our saris! I tried to not feel embarrassed as everyone stared on and giggled. The giggly (I told myself) was probably more due to the fact that it was the first time they'd seen a white lady where a sari. Thankfully the crowd of young boys didn't show up at the big open widow until after I was covered :) Saris are very pretty and unique way to dress. Women has been wearing these in India for thousands of years.
While I have more admiration for my househelper who wears one everyday while she cleans houses, I do not envy it. The wrapping is a science and depending on where you live, they are wrapped differently. I'm glad Rohini helped me pick out a very thin silky one because even with this I was sweating the entire time. I think I was the only lady sweating there too. I'm dripping on my face and back the entire 3 hours, while they look incredibly comfortable and at ease. When it was time to eat was the worst. The food was SO good but I was crammed in between two others on the floor and my gangly legs didn't have enough room to rest on the floor. So image yourself sitting cross-legged but can't put your knees down because other's knees are below yours and you're wrapped skin tight in layers of fabric, trying not to bust the buttons on your blouse that was made way too tightly (despite 3 alterations) and trying to gracefully lean over your silky lap to eat spicy hot (but delicious) food without dripping it all over yourself. I was sweating from heat, tight fabric all around me, the thigh workout I was getting, the spicy food, and the nervousness of not making myself look any more awkward or ridiculous in front of a 100+ on-lookers. Needless to say, I will opt for a different form of fancy dress for the next wedding I attend :)
A big surprise for me being treated as one of the family during the wedding and getting to stand/sit on the stage for the whole ceremony. Another big difference from western weddings is that while the audience is sitting during the ceremony, they are all talking to each other and the people on stage are constantly moving about and chatting it up. It's a much more "active" ceremony with 3 sari changes for the bride and multiple exchanges of commitment symbols (rings, mangla sutra necklace, and flower leas). This wedding was a combination of Buddhist and Hindu traditions following their caste's customs. I told Rohini I wanted to take pictures but I didn't know that the family took that to mean I was "their official" photographer! So her parents and relatives ordered me about the entire time, making sure I got shots of the important parts of the ceremony. It was so much fun for me as I haven't been able to do much photography since we moved here; but it was really challenging b/c the videographer had this horribly harsh, mechanic-type spot light on them the entire time. So I had to constantly change settings and move around to stay away from it. So I managed to get a few I was happy with but wish the light hadn't been there and that I could have stayed a couple hours longer to do some bridal shots outside. Here are a few of what I took. Isn't she a beautiful bride?
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| Rohini |
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| My friend and house helper Jayashree and her son Kuran |
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| She was a very happy bride! |
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| Her niece celebrating with her. |
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| Sunny & Rohini- Indians usually doesn't smile for photos, Rohini is an exception to this :) |
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| Wedding guests in the eating line |