Our annual India trip brings us to Hyderabad, India, for the wedding of one of our best friends from university. We do some tourism and snacking on the side. Prior to the wedding, we visit Charminar, a mosque built in the center of Hyderabad while under Shah's rule. There's a good mix of Muslim and Hindu culture in this city.
Neha, and her (now) husband, Rahil, met in Mumbai in 2015. That year, Thorin and I had just moved to Singapore, and we went to visit them in Mumbai. We spent a weekend with them and they took us to some hole-in-the-wall spots in the city. It was our first time in India.
Three years later, and a few countries later for all of us, we were invited to their wedding in Hyderabad. This was our first Indian wedding. We'd heard a lot about the concept of an Indian wedding, but we were glad to finally be a part of one. I can't explain the extravagance. Each day had two events, with each event being a wedding ceremony in itself. The first event would be from about 12:00-18:00, and then the second would be from 20:00 to 07:00 the next morning. In order of events, there was the pre-Mehendi (applying Henna), Mehendi proper (during the day), Sangeet, and then the actual wedding ceremony, and the after-party. Our friend rented out an old palace that used to be the residence of some prime minister conduct all the proceedings. The Indians really go all out for the wedding. It's impossible to write out the details, so I'll try to narrate via the pictures we took.
The next day starts at about 12:00 with the actual Mehendi. The night before, it turns out, was just a practice Mehendi.
At night, there's a party again. This time it's the Sangeet. Although I don't have many pictures from the night since we were mostly dancing (and drunk), in brief, it was a lot of dancing, drinking, and performances from Bollywood stars - none of which we knew. Later on, after the night was over, one of the stars was standing in the lobby so we stalked for her Instagram. She had 1.4 million followers..
That's the end of the first day. The next day, we spent most of the day with the groom's side. The groom's side starts at the base of the driveway (of the hill) and has a long procession up to the top of the mountain in which him and his wife are united, and they are formally wed in the ceremony. When we get there, the party has already started, and there is food and drink available. A band (for lack of a better word) plays music while people gather and wait for the groom. When he arrives, there's a mini dance party. The groom waits for his golden carriage, and people are dancing. As he gets in, people (including him) are still dancing. The people continue dancing as the carriage slowly paces up the mountain. Once he jumps off, we have yet another dance party. The gates open, and the party quiets down. We then proceed to the interior of the Palace, awaiting the marriage ceremony. Pictures of the procession and ceremony:
Shortly thereafter, we had to leave due to prior New Years Eve engagements. From university friends back when we were 18 until our 28 year old selves, and the people and places in between, it's great to see friends enter the next stage in their lives. Dear Neha and Rahil, congratulations, and may you enjoy the rest of your lives together. Thank you for allowing Thorin and me to be a part of your "Big Fat Indian Wedding."