the great indian wedding :o)
i live in a strange place. the customs here are pretty strange.
i am sure in one of my previous blogs i did mention the funda of tempo shouts. isnt that strange?
on 18th realized the strangeness of another of the traditions here. Its called the baraat
yes, the normal baraat ie the wedding procession of the bride groom
now u would be inclined to think....hmmm...too much of economics, f****d up marks in OM and every other subject has got to this guy's nerves. well maybe. But then u wont lose anything by reading my dissertation for a few minutes :o)
18th was the birthday of one of my group mates. we tease her and this other group mate of mine. the whole section teases them. now we all know the mentality in a college right (even in a b-school). anyone smells the slightest whiff of gossip or any chance to pull someone else's leg, thn there is no time to be wasted in verifying facts. all that needs to be done is get some fun n timepass at the other's expense (i am one of the chief supporters and proponents of this philosophy :o))
okie, all said n done, there two indivs were teased to be in love. so it was but obvious that we take out our brother's baraat for his paro on her birthday
and since this person was from my dorm, so i had the added responsibility of overlooking the event
so i made a baraat ppt (1 hr :( ) and with the help of other like minded supporters of love, arranged for drums etc (to make lots n lots of noise :o) )
then the holy hour approached. we had called for the baraat at 0005 hrs. the bride groom was dressed in a khaki kurta and jeans, with a dusting cloth wrapped around his head for turban
he had a garland of leaves (and was armed with one for the bride :o) )
his mode of transport was a racing bicycle :o)
one samaritan got shagun ki mithai. so finally we all baraatis left to get the bride (and to eat cake n chips and coke on the occasion of the bride's bday)
here in WIMWI we have this other funda of "dunking". It is the term used for drenching poor, unsuspecting individuals (or alert suspecting individuals) for no particular reason (or on specific occasions or for particular reasons). On our way out, one of the dorms known for their dunking skills was lying in wait for us. But we had to disappoint them since we were leaving for such a divine purpose. We took a route right in front of them, but too far for the parabolic distance that their buckets' water could cover. For higher purposes, someone has to sacrifice personal interests. So we sacrificed their interests :o)
So with all pomp and glory and noise, we reached the ladies dorm (here in WIMWI we can enter the ladies dorm at any time :) ). There at the gates, the groom's saalis created barriers for entry (sorry could not help using an economic term :) ) for us. There was an exchange of songs, some failed (semi successful) dunking attempts. Finally the bride's mother (dorm representative of the concerned ladies dorm) came with a aarti thali (a candle held on a steel plate) and took out the groom's aarti. But we were still not allowed to enter. Hence we had to breach into the fort :o)
Finally all we baraatis reached the mandap (read first floor :o)) were the bride was there. Then again songs ensued, with all we future managers creating a cacophony at the tops of ours voices (only the guys ie the baraatis were singing, hence the proper usage of the word cacophony instead of melody :) ). Then there was a cake cutting for the bday. Part of our mission of filling our appetites was fulfilled. The groom then started expressing his love for the bride, under the scrutiny of the ma ie the dorm rep. If the mother considered it correct, only then would the two love birds be allowed to unite in holy matrimony.
While all this was going on, I was thinking that the dunking manager of this dorm is very very very inefficient. Such a beautiful chance of honing one's dunking skills being wasted. But all of us (luckily I wasnt dunked...taking a bath late at night when its kinda cold is not a very enticing proposition) found out that we were wrong. The dunking managers (oh did i mention that in WIMWI we have dedicated managers for everything in the dorms, right from dunking to pantry to birthdays to "entertainment") attacked us with all the viciousness possible. Many of us were fatally injured (read drenched to our underwears :) ). But we didnt budge. The groom proposed. But the ma rejected the proposal.
Then only one alternative was left......dulha dulhan raazi to kya karega kaazi :o)
The groom held the bride's hand and we all fled from the dorm. The dulhan ke ghar waliyan tried to stop the "march of the third reich" :o) but they could not succeed.
So finally the great indian wedding took place, and the groom and bride lived happily every after :o)
I do live in a very very very strange place.
And I am loving it :o)
i am sure in one of my previous blogs i did mention the funda of tempo shouts. isnt that strange?
on 18th realized the strangeness of another of the traditions here. Its called the baraat
yes, the normal baraat ie the wedding procession of the bride groom
now u would be inclined to think....hmmm...too much of economics, f****d up marks in OM and every other subject has got to this guy's nerves. well maybe. But then u wont lose anything by reading my dissertation for a few minutes :o)
18th was the birthday of one of my group mates. we tease her and this other group mate of mine. the whole section teases them. now we all know the mentality in a college right (even in a b-school). anyone smells the slightest whiff of gossip or any chance to pull someone else's leg, thn there is no time to be wasted in verifying facts. all that needs to be done is get some fun n timepass at the other's expense (i am one of the chief supporters and proponents of this philosophy :o))
okie, all said n done, there two indivs were teased to be in love. so it was but obvious that we take out our brother's baraat for his paro on her birthday
and since this person was from my dorm, so i had the added responsibility of overlooking the event
so i made a baraat ppt (1 hr :( ) and with the help of other like minded supporters of love, arranged for drums etc (to make lots n lots of noise :o) )
then the holy hour approached. we had called for the baraat at 0005 hrs. the bride groom was dressed in a khaki kurta and jeans, with a dusting cloth wrapped around his head for turban
he had a garland of leaves (and was armed with one for the bride :o) )
his mode of transport was a racing bicycle :o)
one samaritan got shagun ki mithai. so finally we all baraatis left to get the bride (and to eat cake n chips and coke on the occasion of the bride's bday)
here in WIMWI we have this other funda of "dunking". It is the term used for drenching poor, unsuspecting individuals (or alert suspecting individuals) for no particular reason (or on specific occasions or for particular reasons). On our way out, one of the dorms known for their dunking skills was lying in wait for us. But we had to disappoint them since we were leaving for such a divine purpose. We took a route right in front of them, but too far for the parabolic distance that their buckets' water could cover. For higher purposes, someone has to sacrifice personal interests. So we sacrificed their interests :o)
So with all pomp and glory and noise, we reached the ladies dorm (here in WIMWI we can enter the ladies dorm at any time :) ). There at the gates, the groom's saalis created barriers for entry (sorry could not help using an economic term :) ) for us. There was an exchange of songs, some failed (semi successful) dunking attempts. Finally the bride's mother (dorm representative of the concerned ladies dorm) came with a aarti thali (a candle held on a steel plate) and took out the groom's aarti. But we were still not allowed to enter. Hence we had to breach into the fort :o)
Finally all we baraatis reached the mandap (read first floor :o)) were the bride was there. Then again songs ensued, with all we future managers creating a cacophony at the tops of ours voices (only the guys ie the baraatis were singing, hence the proper usage of the word cacophony instead of melody :) ). Then there was a cake cutting for the bday. Part of our mission of filling our appetites was fulfilled. The groom then started expressing his love for the bride, under the scrutiny of the ma ie the dorm rep. If the mother considered it correct, only then would the two love birds be allowed to unite in holy matrimony.
While all this was going on, I was thinking that the dunking manager of this dorm is very very very inefficient. Such a beautiful chance of honing one's dunking skills being wasted. But all of us (luckily I wasnt dunked...taking a bath late at night when its kinda cold is not a very enticing proposition) found out that we were wrong. The dunking managers (oh did i mention that in WIMWI we have dedicated managers for everything in the dorms, right from dunking to pantry to birthdays to "entertainment") attacked us with all the viciousness possible. Many of us were fatally injured (read drenched to our underwears :) ). But we didnt budge. The groom proposed. But the ma rejected the proposal.
Then only one alternative was left......dulha dulhan raazi to kya karega kaazi :o)
The groom held the bride's hand and we all fled from the dorm. The dulhan ke ghar waliyan tried to stop the "march of the third reich" :o) but they could not succeed.
So finally the great indian wedding took place, and the groom and bride lived happily every after :o)
I do live in a very very very strange place.
And I am loving it :o)
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posted by Anurag at
12:35 PM
4 Comments:
wow! You seem to be having lotsa fun dude...I really enjoyed reading this post..something diff..:)
@chaos
thanks...i can see that u r gradually learnin to appreciate quality ;o)
I am so in love with the customs there :) It really was fun reading this :)
start loving the customs here from now on itself....so u would start enjoying here from day 1 :o)
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