A traditional Indian wedding contains all kinds of things. Here are the basics:
First there is the shagun, or gifts. The girl is not involved. The boy & his family brings gifts to her family.
Then there is the mangani, or engagement, with rings, and sweetmeats & ceremony.
Then there is the sangeet, sort of a bridal shower, with singing & dancing. Girls only, please.
Then the wedding comes. One on side, the girl and her family gets their house ready, decorates it, etc. On the other side the groom mounts a white horse and rides to wherever the bride is with the entire groom’s party. This is called a baraat. In India, people sing & dance in the **streets ** as they walk down the streets, random people join in, the groom’s brother does the most dancing.
At the wedding, the bride’s sisters (cousins, too) steal the groom’s shoes. This is symbolic of never letting him leave, but if he wants them back he has to pay for them, either in money or small gifts. (I have a whole assortment of little rings, jewelery, clothes, that I received as being a bride’s sister). But if the groom’s brothers can steal them back first he doesn’t have to pay.
The wedding ceremony occurs in the mandav. I’m not sure of the translatation but it is sort of a flower-decorated gazebo-type thing. They have a big party, then the bride is sent off with much tears, pomp and circumstance, back to the groom’s house in a *doli * - a palanquin. Which I will insist up & down and left & right on having. They may try to foist a decorated car on me, I don’tknow. At the groom’s house, they welcome her with prayer & auspicious omens such as breaking a coconut. The new family welcomes her with gifts and love.
There is much more. I am not even counting stuff I won’t do, like having the priest cast the auguries, etc. But we will have the basics…and the most beautiful thing about India is we will have thousands of flowers. America just doesn’t have the flower thing. I want so many flowers around me that I will be sneezing all day but I don’t care.
As it slowly sinks in, I find myself more and more happy…and near tears! I must be the luckiest girl ever if my boyfriend is willing to do all this for me - and in one fell swoop, he gets to visit India which I’m dying for him to do and meet all my extended family.
They better just practice their English. 