I just got back from a month long stay in Chandigarh for my brother’s wedding. And boy was it fun! We Punjabis are a loud bunch, and we get louder when we meet after long periods of time. And this time was no different-I was meeting many of my cousins and aunts after almost two years.
On a side note, this was the first time I was flying alone with my baby, and both ways the flights were completely hassle free. Yay us!
Anyone who has attended an Indian wedding knows that there are multiple functions that take place over a few days. We had the Mehendi, where all the ladies apply henna on their hands, then the engagement/cocktail on the 13th of April. And on the 14th the Haldi, wherein the bride and the groom have turmeric paste rubbed all over them by family and friends, and this was followed by the wedding.
The Haldi usually takes an extreme turn at some point, and my brother had his t-shirt ripped, and ladoos rubbed all over him.
The wedding itself started at 7:30 in the evening, and lasted well into the wee hours of the morning, with most of us heading to bed at 6:00 am the following day.
It was a fun trip, which included way too much shopping, late night gossip sessions, and numerous sleepovers.