Back to Delhi

I descended down the stairs. It was 17 degrees outside. Even though the sun was shining bright, I could feel a cold wave brush against me. That made me smile for I was back to my own city. My own delhi. I turned back and in my own way, I thanked the airplane, standing in front of me, for bringing me back from Baroda. Not that I didn't like Baroda. I loved that city. I loved the people. And yes, I loved the houses (well that is what I had been eyeing all the while.) Dont be surprised if I decide to marry a guy who has a huge beautiful house. Talking of guys, I must tell you about the chap who was on plane. Well, when I am saying that he was on plane I mean he was one amongst the cabin crew. Needless to say that the point of me mentioning him is ofcourse that he was amazingly handsome. (To my guy friends: Dont be jealous 'coz I am still yours. And to my girl friends: Don't be jealous either, especially if I tell you that he smiled at me). Lol




On a serious note, the wedding was simply amazing. I was from the bride's side. She married an Irish guy. So all the people who were from his side were foreigners. It was beautiful to see them be a part of the traditional Indian wedding. I talked to a few of them and the women looked extremely impressed at the varied colour choices they got. They were happy to wear the Indian traditional dresses like lehenga and sarees. Some of them looked really nice especially the ones who did not have a flat butt (girls with big butts and a curvy figure look much better than those whithout these). And ofcourse they were extremely fair, so that is an icing on the cake.


And yeah. I have to tell you about the wedding. The baraat just had firangs. Obviously they didn't know what to do in the baraat so they just walked silently until my brother took the initiative and started dancing. The firangs followed suit. And whoaaa.. The baraat had all white men and women dancing to the tunes of bollywood songs with their thumkas and jhatkas. Trust me, it was a site to watch them dance. You couldn't help but laugh.


Now let me leave the Irish and the Americans for a while and lets talk about the Gujratis now (though I know I will be back talking about them). Well, have you ever heard of a baraat without the dhol. That is what happens in a Gujrati wedding. They play recorded music with speakers all over the place. God, that was incredible (maybe different). While we stood inside for receiving the baraat, the firangs loved dancing to those popular (and not so popular) songs.
 
Basically the wedding was quite different than those in Delhi. We reached the venue at around 5:30 and by 7:15, everything was done. Absolutely everything and the reception bagan sharp at 7:30. If it had been Delhi, the guests would have kept pouring in till 10 or maybe even 11. And I have to tell you that the wedding was very simple. Even though the gujjus are awesomely rich, their weddings are much simpler than the punjabi weddings. If I have to say it in simple words, I would say that gujrati weddings do not have show sha baazi unlike the punjabi weddings. They have their own unique style of showing off their money. When you go to a place like Baroda, you must not miss the houses and their lawns. Frankly, you cannot have such houses and such beautiful lawns in Delhi. Maybe the climate and the soil there are best for growing plants. I do not have much knowledge about this so I better not comment. But I must appreciate their choice of plants. Incredible.

You know what. The king and the queen of Baroda too had come to attend the wedding. It was amazing to see them there. Not that they looked or dressed like one, but when I heard about them it made me look up to them. Ofcourse I started noticing them thereon. They looked like just another guest at the wedding. (I don't know why am I telling you this). Simple clothes, simple jewellery.  Ranjit Singh Gaekwad and Shivangi Gaekwad. The present king and queen. Their daughter has married a commoner. But their daughter in law was amazingly beautiful. She looked stunning in a very simple green saree and a diamond set. It felt nice to see them at the wedding. I was told that they came at the wedding when my brother got married 13 years ago. And I remember going to their palace. I really wanted to go this time too but we were short on time.

There is a lot to tell you guys.

I will keep posting.

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