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colors. People. Food - Indian wedding

D restoring in paraplegics. Permanent bladder catheter. A nurse from Canada, a training considers the Disabilty worker Samarthyas. Of course I am also one of the party and started learning so some general information about spinal injuries, to treatment. Growling logs my stomach, my eyes wander over my shirt: that you had a little quiet can iron loving , I think. Shortly after announcing the Hampanna lunch break. Yes! But strangely, I find myself a few minutes later in occupied with eleven men jeep. The stomach still growls. On the way I get told almost in passing, that we are now on Anand's wedding. Yikes! I had indeed noticed that the morning Anand was not present, but that the reason his marriage (!) Is was kind of gone past me. Gequetsche bumpy ...

20min later I'm sitting on a red plastic chair. crap, now you are on the first Indian wedding with crumpled shirt. But soon I noticed that actually all quite casual dressed and that I could count me clothing technically even the upper middle class. Above me, a kind of circus tent, the only way of defying variety of colors and decorations in front of me a stage on which two are sumptuously upholstered chair next to me people, people, people behind me and music. Snare drum, bass drum, trumpet and clarinet playing together chaotically, it fits and does not fit all. The trumpet drowns out everything and everyone and I am sure that all four have to suffer from hearing loss. Shoes, we go into the house shortly. Only now I notice that all women in the house, all the men in front. The last chapatis are cooked, the last points painted and all that weird in a bustle. Inside, we do not know what to do with, so again shoes and placed under a circus tent. Wait, wait, wait. People chat as far as the noise level when possible. No trace of the bride or groom. People come, people go. Huge gifts come and go strangely again. The white wedding guest is of great interest. Children stare, a few adults welcome one.

The band finds a common but nonetheless inadvertently sounding end and hey presto, the newlyweds emerged. Even the music starts again. Really different are the two not attracted. Anand in the obligatory bow to fold pants shirt and a bag tied around the wrist, his future in the usual Saree. Music is pumping. No one says a word. The photographer (each western amateur photographer could probably earn in India so that his money) is right on a red plastic chair (!) In front of the stage, so something has to stretch his neck to see them both. Giant flower garlands are exchanged by the couple. Posing for the camera. Still no word, no emotions. The bride stares most of the time on the floor, begins to cry later, even briefly. In what sense is to go the direction it can be said not really. Gradually, one after entering all the Stage, take a handful of colored rice from a bowl to ensure beschmeißen the newlyweds to make up for a quick photo (please do not smile!) Next to it. The whole is repeated as many times until every once stood next to the bride and groom. High, throw, down photo. The number of disabled people (be it because of age or polio) is helped onto the stage. The two look at not talking not change from no tenderness. No word, no emotion, only briefly interrupted Blärren of the musicians.
No one seems somehow right to have a plan how it all will take place, and yet the process seems clear - planned chaos. Still to come & go people. Still blocked the view of the photographer. Still only music mixed with chatter.

comes at once hastened to a stranger on me, speaks at a rapid pace while waving something with a tie. Well, so underdressed I'm probably really not! I think to myself, until I realize that he looking for someone of a tie to bind. Before I even can answer just kind of (admittedly I was not sure if I would attempt it right away ..) of the bright red fabric passes through various hands whose owner repellent only shakes his head. Finally, take the man who had come up to me the initiative. High, throw, tie for tie. Through his back concealed evidence can only imagine how he finally ties the tie, but the result is revealed shortly after this that was free of any technology, it keeps the main thing.

tie "knot" would be attached. I would have done it better himself.

little later it is food on the roof. Chapati, rice, various sauces, dips, meals and sweets are under a circus tent farther verpeist. It was really delicious!
After an hour we are back bruised on the way home.
conclusion? Colourful, loud, lots of everything, in short and painless. Wrinkled makes nothing.

PS: unfortunately camera was not there, but thanks to Julie and Eslin I could muster pictures!