an auspicious occasion.

16 Aug

there really weren’t many things that i had on my indian bucket list for the year. this is probably because, as you may recall, i put about 2 seconds of pre-thinking into this whole india thing before i actually stepped foot on the airplane. so it goes.

but poor planning aside, i did know that all i really wanted was to attend an indian marriage in some shape or form.

well kittens, tonight i am proud to say that item 1 of 1 on my bucket list is now accomplished! so i guess i can come home now. not.

don’t be mad, you little vipers, but i have been keeping the deep dark wedding invite a secret from you now for few weeks. just for fun, really. my colleague went around the office at the end of july handing out the invites and spreading the news of his impending nuptials.

it was all a very dropping-off-valentines-into-shoeboxes-circa-grade-3 kinda thing.

so fancy

an invite

and while i have been looking forward to the wedding, i have been super stressed about the dress code. so i sought outfit advice from the wonderful brenna d. and ended up pulling together this little number yesterday.

long chemise + leggings (typical style here) and VERY blinggy earrings borrowed from a friend

although i was invited to the full marriage, i only attended the reception with the rest of my co-workers. it was held at the groom’s home and everything was done up pretty intensely: layers of cloth in red and gold, exotic-seeming flowers and about a bajillion sparkles. man, indians love them some bling.

overall, it was a quiet affair. everyone was sitting around talking calmly and eating – definitely no ‘don’t stop beleiving’ sing-a-longs breaking out at this wedding. not that i was really waiting around for one. ahem.

the bride was quite done up, as i guess the bride usually is. basically she was sitting on the top floor of the house in a big ol fancy chair wearing garlands, layers of rich fabric, head dresses and tons of jewelry. frankly, she looked like a christmas ornament – but totally don’t tell her i said that m’kay?

the bride was just kind of awkwardly receiving guests, while the groom ran around greeting people and making sure everyone was pleased with the spread.

kindly taking a bit of a detour here, i will tell you that as i’ve poked around the issue of marriage celebrations with a few bengali friends, i’ve heard  many say that while they hate the meaning of the wedding rituals, they love the tradition of it all.

in other words, they fully get the wildly sexist undertones (such as making the bride sit around like an inanimate object, the least of the examples really) but still they find comfort in them as a rite of passage.  i can totally understand this mentality: being stuck somewhere between the past and present as we all are really.

anyway, let’s put a pin in all that talk for now.

so, after admiring the bride we all went to eat. bengalis are literally all food, all the time so there was a 10 course feast of fish, mutton, more fish and tons of desserts.

i haven’t mentioned this as of yet but im a practicing select-a-tarianism here – meaning i very very rarely eat any meat.  gross cuts, gross preparation, gross bird murder – end scene.

and well, because i’m delightfully anaphylactic with fish, it really bums the bengalis out when i attend their dinner parties. they fret and freak out over my eating habits and it’s generally very tiresome for everyone involved.

(tiresome in particular tonight for me because i was video-taped whilst eating the food with my hands in the traditional bengali style.  sigh, i guess it’s  a strange deal to have the tall blonde canadian girl at a wedding, so i tried to keep my cool with their crazy antics. but thanks to my newfound temper, this wasn’t easy.)

after seeing the christmas-bride, complimenting the house/food/dress to the groom and eating tons of grub – that was it. we went home.

generally, everyone was happy, warm and really welcoming at the marriage reception. small annoyances aside, it was nice to be a part of this special time in my colleague’s life.

that being said, i’m glad i didn’t attend the other days (yes, days) of the marriage. i feel satisfied that after tonight i have a good sense of what the full monty would be like: hopeful, beautiful and undoubtably exhausting.

in the end, i think the word auspicious about sums er right up.

thumbs up for bucket lists.

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9 Responses to “an auspicious occasion.”

  1. Brenna August 16, 2011 at 1:56 am #

    Approve, approve, approve… you look so pretty! Glad you picked the whitest person you know for advice! Sorry no random sing-a-longs to join in on though!

    • heyitsmeal August 18, 2011 at 6:32 pm #

      the whitest, but the most cunningly strategic.

  2. Jennifer August 16, 2011 at 3:46 am #

    what’s a wedding without the necessary “Endless Love” song, or even “I got you Babe”?

  3. A.A.B. (auntie angie baby) August 16, 2011 at 3:46 am #

    Auspicious is such an awesome word. It’s right up there with adore. And we all know I adore Al. I noticed the word in the actual invitation – how cool! As I have heard from one of my British Indian workout buddies who married her daughter in July, the wedding event is actually 3 days long. Now listen up – I have had 2 weddings in one year. And while I absolutely loved both of them, one day of celebration is definately enough for me. A bigger wonder is …what else is on my Al’s Indian bucket list…? IMWTK

    • heyitsmeal August 18, 2011 at 6:34 pm #

      im glad you caught that auspicious was in the invite. it struck me as so strange…

      i know you can appreciate the exhaustion of weddings – so like this indian family – you also deserve a nice break!

      the bucket list is pretty, um, pathetic. it literally had 1 item. check.

  4. Hannah August 16, 2011 at 6:30 am #

    This was MY #1 on the bucket list for India. And YOU STOLE IT FROM ME.

    Then owned it.

    I hate you.

  5. cityhippyfarmgirl August 28, 2011 at 4:25 am #

    I would love to go to a wedding in India, (just the one day would be fine.)
    Lucky thing!

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