India Series-III Himalay ki god mein!


Living out of the country, I have missed out on lot of Indian weddings over the years. An Indian wedding is like a festival, celebrating the good luck of the happy couple and a chance to show off your wealth and social connections. Unlike olden days when the weddings lasted a week, in these days of inflation and urban living the weddings last only couple of days, but be assured these days are packed with fun on every level.

I had a chance to attend a very close friend’s wedding on this trip. The preparation before attending the wedding is as much fun as the wedding itself. Buying fancy Indian clothes, shopping for beautiful Indian jewelry, matching the clothes, jewelry and shoes…I am sorry but the quote from MasterCard advertisement is perfect here, “Spending time with your close friend on her wedding…priceless; for everything else there is MasterCard!” Or for everything else there is a bank called “Dad”!

The best part-it was a destination wedding, far away from the noise and sweltering heat of Mumbai crowds, this was a wedding nestled in the hills of Dalhousie, in the northern state of Himachal Pradesh. The drive up the hills to Dalhousie through those narrow one lane roads was a fantastic experience; thankfully I wasn’t the one driving! Needless to say the wedding was absolute fun. Thank you to the lovely couple for including me on their special day. It was also a great way to spend quality time with my parents, touring around the north, seeing Taj Mahal and other beautiful monuments. I had almost forgotten the joy of dressing up in weddingy Indian clothes, over the top blingy jewelry, non-stop eating and constant hugging! Attending a friend’s wedding has the added benefit of you being practically anonymous as you don’t know most of the other relatives. There isn’t anyone around to judge you for the amount of alcohol and food you consume. Also there is no one to question you on your singlehood, though there was a moment when my friend tried to be a wing woman and introduce me to a guy in what had to be one of the most awkward introductions ever; but that is a story for another time.


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