The story of our attendance at a Indian wedding
We were invited to an Indian wedding by the taxi driver who took us from New Delhi to Agra. The invitation surprised us but we did not hesitate to accept it and plan part of our trip thinking about arriving in time for the wedding, which was held in the province of Himachal Pradesh. Specifically in Tullah, a village lost in the mountains of northern India.
The haste throughout the trip to arrive in time for the Indian wedding was worth it. We left McLeod Ganj by taxi for Tullah and took about two hours to get there. The whole village received us very pleasantly, with smiles and dances and they invited us to eat. Without a doubt, we were the attraction of the wedding.
Dances and fights with sticks
After lunch, the groom’s family and friends went by bus to the bride’s village. From where we ate to the bus the groom was carried on a throne made of bamboo. I didn’t quite understand why but only the men got on the bus. The women all stayed in Tullah.
During the trip of about 45 minutes everyone was singing songs and dancing inside the bus. A couple of kilometers before reaching the bride’s village they stopped the bus. We walked between jumps, dances and simulated fights with sticks until we saw the bride’s house in the distance. Then, from there, the groom climbed back on his bamboo throne and his friends carried him to the village on his shoulders.
What’s a traditional Indian wedding like?
The importance of ceremonies, customs and clothing
Just when we arrived, ceremonies began to be held that we could hardly understand. One by one the guests left greeting each other. The father of the groom, with the father of the bride, the grandfather of the groom with the grandfather of the bride, and so on. Later, we sat in a circle and two Brahman priests began to guide all the rituals.
During most of the Indian wedding ceremony the groom kept his face covered until after about two hours of rituals he was finally uncovered.
While on the one hand the bride and groom were in a serious atmosphere doing an endless number of rituals, on the other hand, 10 meters away, the older ones played music and sang in an atmosphere of fun and revelry.
We were part of the wedding, witnessing the wedding ceremony and part dancing to the music. Finally, when the forces told us enough, we returned with the rest back to the groom’s village.
In the morning we say goodbye to our friends without knowing how to thank them for this wonderful experience. Then we head to Amritsar, the capital of the Sikh and the site of the Golden Temple, India’s most visited temple.
Alone we can do little, together we can do much.
– Hellen Keller –