Wedding at Bhubhaneshwar – Part Four

Blogging your wedding day can be a difficult task because it might be the one post that your children or even you are most likely to read about in the distant future. You want to capture all the details but everything seems like a blur because so many people and so many things happening on a very important day of your life. Relatives had teased me the night before of my impending ‘doom’ and jokingly asked me to consider one last time before I took that ultimate step. I’m sure Ash faced similar ribbing or perhaps even more by her side of the family.

The wedding muhurat or rather the appointment with the priest since it was an Arya Samaj wedding was at 10:30 in the morning. My parents had insisted that I observe a fast until the wedding rites were completed. You wouldn’t want to be around me when I’m hungry and watching people wolf down a hearty breakfast of eggs, upma, idlis wasn’t helping. Fortunately, the buffet had plenty of options in fruits and juice and I prompted stuffed myself. Fortunately, everyone was ready and dressed up on time and we assembled in our hotel lobby ready to leave for the wedding venue. The wedding venue was at Mayfair Hotel, Bhubhaneshwar’s top-rated hotel or so we were told. As we stood outside the hotel, I spotted the familiar florally decorated car that I would sit in while the rest of my wedding party would walk alongside. Earlier, my relatives had entertained the idea of renting a horse (or rather a ghodi) but thankfully common sense prevailed and I was spared the ignominy of toppling down or dangling from the stirrups as the horse galloped away into the sunset. Yeah yeah, I am aware that the horses are usually used to the cacophony of a typical Indian wedding or even drugged to make them more docile than a sloth in hibernation but it doesn’t hurt to imagine the worst, right? I didn’t want to be blamed for running away from the wedding just because the horse felt I should.

Blowing the conches

We were greeted by a three-party ‘band’ that consisted of some vigorous conch blowing and they faithfully accompanied us doing their thing at regular intervals as we proceeded toward the venue. We were greeted outside by Ash’s dad who as instructed by the priest welcomed me in the usual traditional fashion as other relatives looked on excitedly. Since Ash is the first one to get married among her cousins, the excitement among her extended family was palpable. Incidentally females dominate her cousin gang and I or PJ (P. jiju) was subjected to much scrutiny by my saalis. After the traditional welcome, we were seated in an intermediate hall along with the rest of our wedding party and were served refreshments. Later on, I proceeded to the wedding mandap escorted by my sister (cousin) who was assigned the role of karavlee and my oldest mama.

Wedding Mandap

The wedding ceremony was short and simple since it was carried out according to the Arya Samaj tradition which essentially is a bare-bones version of a complete and drawn out Hindu wedding. Maharashtrian weddings can be a long and tedious affair that requires the constant attention of the people involved and that can be a bit difficult when you see people around you enjoying themselves and gobbling down sweets. Oriya weddings, I was told are equally long and to make it worse are done in the middle of the night. I guess, they must have the concept of suhag subah which involves both the bride and groom snoring their first day together. Anyway, our ceremony took a little under couple of hours and had our respective parents by our side at almost all times. Another feature of an Arya Samaj wedding is that the priest explains all rituals to us and although our priest’s knowledge of spoken English was a bit lacking (“…in your times of entertainment” What? you mean joy, right?), it was nevertheless useful to know what was going on. The ceremony also tries to be fair to the girl since there is no such thing as kanyadaan (women aren’t property that can be given away, right?) but still the ceremony is a tad misogynist. Another interesting tidbit was that husbands are expected to give their wife only three saris in their married life – one during the wedding, other when she is pregnant, and the last at his or her funeral. So technically, Ash has no right to ask for any more. It isn’t in the contract. Of course, nothing stops her from getting her own.

Other than that we had a regular Hindu wedding complete with a havan and saptapadi. We were even adorned with festive mukuts (crowns) which is more of an Oriya tradition and my parents ensured they had an opportunity to give Ash gifts during the ceremony. I was glad that my brother was taking photos with my Nikon D40 because he got far better and candid pictures (the ones that some of you have seen) than the ones the official photographer took. We had a brief photo session with various families both on my side and Ash’s side since everyone wanted their picture taken with the couple. Additionally, we must have touched the feet of nearly 100-odd people in one continuous round post-ceremony. Thankfully, lunch followed soon after and that’s it, we were married.

Joined hands

One downside of Hum Aapke Hai Kaun being such a big hit is that nowadays Punju traditions are considered Indian customs and like in any contemporary weddings, my jootis were targeted by my umpteen young saalis. But when Maharashtrians and Oriyas try to adopt alien cultures, there is bound to be a learning curve. It turned out that my saalis stole my dad’s jootis and I calmly found and wore mine much to their astonishment. Nevertheless, negotiations started in the right earnest. But being the shaana Bombay folks that we are, my cousins in turn stole Ash’s dad’s chappals and turned the tables. After much hulla-gulla and attempts at breaking the stalemate, my dad and uncles made my saalis dance (literally) which they were sporting enough to do. Cash was promptly coughed up and everyone was happy. Ash and I were content to stand back and watch everyone at least get along nicely. It was undoubtedly fun and helped break the ice of formality.

I had hoped to write about the reception as well but more than half of you have already stopped reading so I’ll save that for later.


  1. I had not heard of fasting prior to the wedding. Is this a ghati custom ?

  2. Bloghopper, I guess so and pretty ghati at that! My poor brother’s wedding muhurat was at 2:30 and went on till 5pm so you can imagine.

  3. The jooti part was hilarious!
    The 3 saris rule seems so weird. Surely it’s in the husband’s interest to make sure the wife is well-dressed? What happens if the sari starts to tear – is that how skirts and bikinis were born?

  4. Lekhni, I guess the three sari rule was when giving a sari was a big deal. I am sure there was a caveat for torn saris but you never know, skirts and bikinis must have been results of improvisations.

  5. What? You stop at the wedding?
    Dang I was waiting for this blog to get a bit more educational :P

  6. Sakshi, what? You need an education? :) But the post ends with “…to be continued” so you never know.

  7. Is that hand holding picture yours? Very very nice! :)

    …and I love midnight weddings, adds an aura of charm and excitement [apart from major hangover from the above and deprived sleep] to the whole to-do.

    Congratulations :)

  8. rads,

    Is that hand holding picture yours?

    errr…yeah! Why else would it be included? :)
    And yeah, midnight weddings may seem romantic in theory but I don’t think I would survive that. Thanks for your wishes though.

  9. I attended a friend’s midnight wedding some years ago. By the time it came to the actual mangalsutra-tying, only both sets of parents, the couple, the priests and I were left. I felt I was somehow intruding at that point :)

  10. For all that I rave on midnight weddings, during mine I was one cranky bride! :)

  11. Lekhni, I doubt I would have stayed awake at my own wedding :) the mangalsutra is anyway tied by the F-i-L so why wake me up?

    rads, I’m sure the groom was already ruing the wedding :)

  12. mangalsutra tied by the FIL? eh???? I thot that was where the groom came in..

    You know the good part of misogynist wedding is that the groom chappie has to do most of the work. the girl can just look pretty and sleep walk thru it.

    guess the work for the female starts AFTER the wedding is over. sigh.

  13. well ..a very entertaining post…but where is the continuation?…what mangalsutra tied by the FIL???…seriously?? our customs, the groom ties just one and his sister ties the rest of the two knots..but I have never heard of the FIL doing the honours!…

    that chapal thing is very funny..had me rolling over….

    ours was at 4 in the morning..and the entire ceremony started at 12..except us, others all slept most of the time!..:D

  14. Cynic, yeah almost all the work is done by the groom in all the pujas before and after the wedding and the bride simply sits besides him haatha la haath lavun.

    Srivalli, the continuation will follow and yup, strange custom about the mangalsutra, right? Well, what can I say? Every region has their own quirky lil twists.

  15. Pat: Congratulations.

    A picture of you falling off a ghodi would have sucked in ALL the internet traffic for at least a week.

  16. km, although the internet traffic sounds tempting, I would rather be spared the blushes for the rest of my life.

  17. I am enjoying your posts so much.
    Very lovely :)

  18. Err…. this starving bit catches me by surprise. I need to do a quick check on this one hehe – a hungry me is a cranky me. I am all up for super long weddings; I want everybody to be so pakaued after my wedding that they dare not think of attending or being a part of any wedding for years….

  19. I was wondering about the pics – they are damn good, and not the kinds you expect from typical wedding photographers (atleast so far in desi weddings) Makes me wonder, why the stark difference in quality – they’re the professionals right? Or is it because they tend to use too much flash and don’t rely on ambient light?

  20. Shr, I’m glad you are. More coming up soon.

    Supremus, I think it might be specific to our community but you ought to check up on that. Don’t want to be left starving when you are expected to be all happy.

    Shub, you got it right. Even if they are professionals, they aren’t necessarily aiming for quality. They are well aware the people merely want the moment captured and the average consumer is satisfied with average stuff.

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