There is a reason for this early time. In most traditional south indian weddings, the groom ties a sacred thread around the bride's neck which is analagous to a wedding ring in Christian ceremonies. This event must take place during a pre-chosen 1.5 hour time frame decided on by both families based on the lunar calendar and our birth stars. My time frame was a reasonable 7:30AM - 9:00AM. Not too bad, but if you consider the make-up, the headress, the saree, the jewelery, and the many religious steps to be taken before the actual trying of the thread, I'm surprised I was allowed to sleep at all! Here I am in full gear ready to head down to the stage.
The priest had informed us that I was to arrive on stage at precisely 6:30AM. I was only about an hour or so late. No biggie.
When I finally arrived on stage, my mother was preparing Vivek for the day. She adorned his eyes with kohl, and fed him some breakfast.
The next event that takes place is the "Kasi Yatra." It is a recreation of an old tradition where the groom has decided to leave on a pilgrimage to the holy city of Kasi. However, he is stopped by the father of bride and requested to return immediately to wed his daughter. I didn't need to be present for this part, but here's a photo of Vivek trying to run off on his pilgrimage. Good thing my dad brought him back.
Vivek and I saw each other again at the "Oonjal" or swing ceremony at which point he was told to hold my hand and not let go. We were both given more garlands and escorted by the audience to a decorated swing outside the marriage hall where we sat while the women around us sang songs.
In a symbolic gesture, I sat on my father's lap and several more prayers were spoken and the sacred thread and wedding saree were brought back to the stage. After a final blessing from Vivek, they were handed to Vivek's closest female sibling, his cousin Divya. She was to be the one who prepared me for the final events of the wedding.
A regular saree in normally 6 yards of fabric, but the wedding saree is 9 yards and worn differently. When I was being helped with that, someone mentioned that there were only 5 minutes left in the aforementioned time frame. Needless to say, everyone rushed me back to the stage. I resumed my place on my father's lap and the sacred knot was tied. Vivek tied the first two knots and Divya tied the third.
Luckily, we didn't have to wear all those garlands for long. Then Vivek took me through the "SapthaPadhi" or seven steps leading to our new lives. We walked around the fire three times and then my uncle fitted me with toe rings. Back in the day, men were never allowed to look at women's faces. Their eyes always faced down in the presence of women. And the only way to discover a woman's marital status was to look for toe rings.
We had a short recess after the lunch, at which point I got to remove my head gear and change into my FINAL set of clothes for the day! And it gave everyone else a little time to sleep off a really heavy meal.
Around 3pm in the afternoon, the few remaining guests which included close family and friends, gathered in the main hall for the "Nalangu." This is a traditional event where, now that they are married, the bride and groom can finally get to know each other. During the nalangu, the bride and groom perform a series of tasks by which they test each other's patience and limits, but in a fun way. For example, I had to put colored paste on Vivek's feet, but he wouldn't show them to me unless I offered something in return. Here are the results of that little contest.
Then, we had to wrangle a coconut away from each other. I was allowed to use both hands and Vivek could only use one. The contest might have been weighted in my favor, but since I have no upper-body strength to speak of, we both managed to get the other's coconut.
The Nalangu was the last part of the wedding. So much had happened over the past week, it was hard to believe my wedding had come and gone. But fortunately that wasn't the end. The next evening, we all packed up our things and headed out on the Kanyakumari Express, an overnight train which would deposit us near Vivek's hometown of Panagudi. It would be my first time there and Vivek's parents had planned a grand reception for the following Wednesday.
See all the wedding photos here.