The real wedding day

Today is simple to begin. We enjoyed a late and leisurely breakfast on the terrace (masala omelette with chillies for Steve, toast for Jen) with lovely fresh juice. After that we did very little - reading, watching cricket, bits of planning. I was restricted in my use of the library as shorts are not allowed in the reading room - I'm actually surprised we've not fallen foul of loads of club rules, but we're mostly tolerated.

Skipping forward to the evening.... 

This has been the third day of partying and the biggest. Arriving at the Parsee Hall on time meant, of course, that we were amongst the first there and established outselves at a table, soon to be joined by others rotating in and out as we also shuffled around. 

Jen abandoned me through most of the ceremony to get closer to the action with her camera. I was struck by the informality; the register was signed then a fairly large party mounted the stage for about 30 minutes of litany and chanting ceremony, surrounded by a dozen or so close onlookers plus photographers while the rest of us sat around, conversations continued, tea was offered and drunk, kids played.... Some of the symbolism I could see was becoming familiar - coconut, string and ribbons wrapped seven times around people and things, rice being thrown. While the bride and groom sat amidst this they were surrounded by ladies catching the priest-thrown rice in their sarees - it seemed almost a game who could catch the most. Suddenly it was all completed and cheering accompanied the couple as they headed off to the temple for more.

While they were gone snacks (easily ample for a full meal) were distributed and the bar opened. Now old-time friends tore me away to the balcony bar area where conversations flowed very organically; there seemed no problem in people introducing themselves and joining in because they'd overheard an interesting topic. While I was there conversations ranged from politics (world, Indian and Bengali), dispute resolution, cinema, electric cars, civic responsibilities, nationalism and patriotism, threats from China.... And so on. Occasionally emotional but this was clearly a group who loved debate.

With the married couple back they cut the cake and food proper was served. High points included black daal, various flat breads and fish (a type of mackerel in a very light batter).

Everyone has been so hospitable. We've been drawn into the families in such touching and generous ways. 

Jenny will perhaps expand on her perspective tomorrow, but it's way past midnight now and time for bed. 

It's a family boat trip on the River Hooghly tomorrow! 

Steve's best mate had a try with the bowtie!