No not mine … as I have told my friends before, it would have to snow in Chennai before I hang myself … oops sorry … get married. I am still trying to get out of my jet lag(Its taking awefully long this time) so I thought I would go easy and make this a picture post of my sister’s marriage.
Speaking at my sister’s valthudal ceremony (Ceremony to bless and praise her)
The grooms family bringing the ceremonial gifts before the marriage
The bride’s brother(Me ;)) welcoming the groom …
The father of the bride and the mother 😉
The beauty queen
The Groom with the best man …
Picture perfect …
The groom entering the church with his coterie …
The pretty bride’s maids
Sara and Hussain’s family at the reception
Dhinakaran Uncle felicitating the couple
Good old bharathanatayam…
Gayathri, Vanitha and Kirthi ….
Kirthi, Vishnu, Swapna and Shobi
Wondering about the different attires? Its all for the different functions that these Indian Marriages entail. I am having some diffuculties with the rest of the pictures so I guess I will have to continue on it tomorrow … Enjoy these for now …
With Love from India
Well I am finally back home after a gap of almost two years and its good to be back. So here goes my first post from the land of the tiger!
Day 1
Had the whole family come meet me at the airport. I wonder how long this ritual would continue. Maybe the next time it would be just my parents. I don’t mind this attention though, I am a movie star for 5 mins. As I walk out of the terminal I have all these flash bulb’s going off, making all the people gathered at the airport believe that I am a famous movie actor. Did I mention how much I like Briyani before? Well had my mom make Mutton(goat) Biryani and Chicken 65 for my Dinner/breakfast on the day I arrived.
Day 2
Jet lag is an evil word. Unlike my previous visit, this time I was really hit hard with it. Trust me walking like a zombie makes you snap at people. I did talk about the traffic in India a few months back. Now that I am back I am getting used to it pretty quickly. I surprised myself by talking to driving in peak traffic the day after I arrived. Maybe its because I have been driving a stick(Manual) shift car the last 9 months.
Day 3
The traffic mayhem is seen to be believed. And I am liking that a lot. If I drove like this in the US I probably would have had my license suspended a long time back. Its still fun to cut off people though getting cut off doesn’t sound that great. As much as I have tried to hold on to the Indian culture, I still need a refresher course in it once in a while. Like wearing a formal pant to Church and no shorts and T-shirts.
Day 4 … actually I have forgotten the day count in the midst of the marriage confusion. Indian marriages are definately a caos, but there is an order in the chaos. Friends have to be invited and then friends of friends …. friends of freinds of freinds … And the food, specially when we have no idea about the number of people who are going to turn up. Also I guess it would take the hand of god to makes things pefect when more than 1500 Indian’s get together(haha). Jokes apart its a trying time for all those running around getting things done and fun for people like me who watch it … Got lots more to write but no time … I’ll let the pictures speak for themself