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A North Indian wedding in Goa

 After a Chilean wedding, I went to an Indian wedding...  

Two weddings in one month! And completely out-of-season with the Chilean winter and the Indian monsoon! 


Two weddings in one month! Me who went to like three weddings in my entire life and is not too fond of them (and here a beautiful understatement ;)).  


But you can’t say no to a wedding in Goa can you? J 



It was my friend in Delhi. A girl I met one year after her divorce with a Kerala guy and when I was in the middle of a break-up with mine – this 'anti-mallu' thing brought us together pretty fast ;) Back tindia,goa,wedding,marriage,divorce,mehendi,riteshen she was trying to get back in the game – i.e. she was looking for a husband, had thus registered on (, met a guy and deleted her account. Nobody in her entourage believed in this relationship nor wanted to accept it: an Indian guy, divorced, 8 years older than her, living in Hong Kong, and once again from another (inferior) caste. 


Except for me who, in my post-break-up madness, was seeing everything impossible becoming possible... She encouraged me in each of my delusions and I reciprocated very well! And now, ten months after they met, they were getting married in Goa! 


The wedding started on Friday afternoon with the mehendi ceremony (a temporary henna tattoo) which I missed but of which I got a picture! 


My brother and I arrived on Friday night, under a light rain, in a luxury hotel (all on the princess expenses – which is not just an expression since as a matter of fact the family of the bride paid for everything). Just in time to get into a sexy dress (or my disguise as an item girl (the half-haired bimbo of any bollywood film self-respecting)) and join the bollywood-themed party. Nice evening where the friends and family have prepared bollywood dances, texts etc.


The next day we india,goa,wedding,marriage,divorce,mehendi,riteshad free time up to 2 PM, time of the actual marriage. And I am not sure I understood anything about it... Basically you spend hours getting dressed (in Indian clothes), putting makeup on you, getting your hair done etc. just to see the crowd of the groom passing by dancing to the (deafening) sound of the drums and this lasts for a very, very longtime. Because after that all the rites of marriage take place and you are free to attend them but the invitation states otherwise: “While we are getting married, you can pop over and get some lunch”!  



india,goa,wedding,marriage,divorce,mehendi,ritesIt was anyway 4 PM and after a snack we badly needed a nap. No way to power through another party night otherwise! The major event of which was, for me, a letter I got from my lover boy. An old uncle from the bride side who wrote to me on a napkin "I love you" followed by a love letter in Hindi he translated to me... 


And voilà! 


Mid-monsoon season cleaning session!

After one month away from home I decide to take back possession of my place. Which means getting rid of all the vermin the monsoons generously bring along. Not only because my parents are coming next week, no no no, it is also because it has become really filthy.

Now picture this!!

My maid enters the house to see me half naked, a terra-cotta mask on the face (all the vermin must go), perched on a stool cleaning the walls. She got a shock and found the motivation to also climb on a stool to clean the fans. Which have turned from white to black with dirt and this is no image…

Had she entered half an hour before, she would have found me getting rid of the dead mini-flies that keep appearing in my fridge after it got accidently unplugged for half a day two weeks ago… Which led me to inspect the fridge and discover all the black fungus thriving in the rubber thing.

Had she left half an hour later, I would have taken her to help me clean my car. For some reason water manages to get in and I have a nice grass blossoming on the passenger seat floor and anything in fake leather is covered with fungus.

Cleaning the walls proved a tedious task with orange and grey spots everywhere. And plain dust as well. I didn’t have the guts to clean the wall where infiltrations have been unstoppable – it has been raining more in my living room than outside! Which led my wooden shelf to turn white.

And to finish my “fumigation” I attacked my cat’s ear which has a special monsoon-parasite!

Aren’t monsoons fun??!!!


The traveling hugger (end)

Lesson(s) of the story:


1. I can now recognize a KTM motorcycle in the street:

post office,courier,parcel,speed post


2. Everybody can not be eBay. 


3. If you have any such request please forget me!


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