My Indian Wedding

My Indian Wedding

My mom kinda dropped the ball on writing for you guys. It was hard for her to do in India, I’ll give her that….

I want to tell you the story in full, and in chronological order… But that’s not always possible. Forgive me for not telling the stories as they happen. I get caught up between these monumental events. In fact… I never finished the story about Nepal, or returning to the US. I got busy with life and my wedding. So that’s the thing – we’re married! ♥ And it all happened so fast…

A few days before leaving the US, I was designing my wedding invitations. When I arrived, those designs were being printed. And the day and a half before my wedding, they were distributed.

It was all a blur of going shopping for suits, being measured for my saree – twice, choosing my earrings, selecting my choori (bridal bangles), having my mehndi (henna) done, being dolled up and just sitting and waiting to be picked up and taken to my wedding. WOW.

I didn’t even get to select the gifts for his family from my side due to a series of delays in my flight (part of the story you don’t know yet) and the gifts I had already brought from the US were in my luggage that was lost by the airline we traveled with. It was embarrassing for me, though everyone was very understanding, and felt sad that I lost my things.

Eventually, I was picked up and taken to my Indian family’s home. On the way, I saw DN dressed up in the front seat. He looked incredibly handsome in his wedding sherwani and sehra (wedding suit and decorative turban, also known as pagdi).

Long story short, this family gave me away at a ceremony called Kanyadaan, in my wedding, and in DN’s words they “more than adopted” me. Now they treat me as their daughter, and I treat them as my parents. It’s all very beautiful.

My Indian mom applying turmeric to my hands. This signifies that I am no longer single, and that I am not being entering my groom's family empty handed.
My Indian mom applying turmeric to my hands. This signifies that I am no longer single, and that I am not entering my groom’s family empty handed.

I stayed at their home with my mom as I waited to go to my wedding, and could hear the music playing from the wedding garden nearby. That was going to be my wedding, but guests were still arriving, and everything was being set up.

When it was time, they whisked me away. I entered the garden just after dark and was instructed to walk slowly so the cameras could properly take pictures and video. I  walked until I reached a room where I was then assembled. They applied bridal jewelry and kajal (eyeliner) as my mom watched, misty eyed.

American girl marry Indian boy

Before I knew what was happening, I was instructed to get up, leave the room, and was handed a handful of rice. I had no idea what to do, but they instructed me to throw it at my husband. Because I couldn’t understand them, I messed that up. We all had a good laugh.

I then waited in that room until it was time to walk to the stage to sit with my husband. After some time, we exchanged garlands – part of the process of marrying each other. The crowd of hundreds cheered. We were then interviewed by several news stations, and then sat on stage while everyone joined us to take pictures.

When it was time, I left the stage to sit with my mom and prepare for the Kanyadaan ceremony. We drank juice and talked a bit while we waited. My mom was overwhelmed and exhausted.

The Kanyadaan ceremony was quite beautiful, but that, and every ceremony following was long and confusing.

Touch the idol, touch the tree, sprinkle water, chant a phrase, offer money, and repeat three times. This is what each ceremony was like, and DN also had no idea what was going on, or what to expect. His cousin-brother (male cousin) was translating everything in English, but sometimes the panditji (Hindu priest) was speaking too quickly to keep up with.

He applied sindoor (a red powder also called kum kum) on my maang (hairline, center part), tied the mangalsutra (sacred wedding necklace, symbolizes marriage like a wedding ring) around my neck, and the panditji lit the mangal phere (the sacred fire) some time after that.

As we started walking around the fire, symbolizing uniting before God and the five elements, it started pouring rain.

All of the surrounding family jumped up. Some fled, and led my mom to the room to take shelter, and some stayed to help protect us and the fire from the rain. Like pillars in the Pantheon, each person held the top of the tent tightly, high above their heads. And it was successful! The rain never came in, and we finished walking around the fire with no problems. It was very symbolic, and we considered it a gift from God.

I said goodbye to my mom by the end of the night, and returned to my husband’s home as a new bride.

Upon entering his home, I kicked over a jar of rice, and then stepped in a basin of mahawar (a stain created with water, turmeric, and kum kum) and walked across the house.

alta north Indian bride traditions

I sat on a rug, my husband sat in a chair nearby. I struggled to learn the art of ghoonghat – covering my head and eyes with the pallu (loose end of the saree). I sat there as many women, young and old, piled in and sat around me. They sang throaty symbolic wedding songs and played the drums. I sat until I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore, and I informed my new cousin-sister (female cousin) that I was ready to sleep.

I was led to a room where I slept on the same bed as two children. Two other women were sleeping on the floor.

The following days were filled with ceremony after ceremony, and several more news interviews.

Read our story published in Bhaskar.com here. Warning, it’s in Hindi.

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When she knew she had a greater purpose, Crystal decided to upgrade her unfulfilling life by following her dreams and moving to India. Crystal spends time traveling, plotting to save the world and blogging about her adventures.

5 Comments

  1. You look GORGEOUS! How exciting this must have been!
    I wish you both the best and many wishes for a happy life! 🙂

  2. Hi Crystal and congratulations!
    I’ve been following your blog for a while and I’m so glad DN’s family came around to the marriage.
    I’m a British girl who has been living in Delhi for nearly three years after falling in love with an Indian boy. We had a court marriage last year but we recently had the big Indian shaadi which was amazing but I can completely understand how overwhelming and confusing it was for you and your mum. I’m still trying to process the whole experience really!
    A lot of your experiences have mirrored my experiences in India (I even ended up having an emergency operation in hospital too!) and I really enjoy reading your blog.
    Well done for being such a strong and determined lady, it’s not an easy thing you’re doing! X

  3. Congratulations!! I love your bridal outfit, jewelry, makeup … Everything! The colors are vibrant and gorgeous! I’m so glad your mom was there to share the ceremonies with you. I really liked her guest post. I can’t wait to read more about your wedding. Best wishes for a wonderful life together!
    Susan

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