I have somehow managed to become "invited" to a traditional Indian wedding up in the Himalayas. It is Brina's driver from Jeevasharam who is getting married, an arranged wedding where the bride and groom only have met once before. Originally it was Brina and Matt who were invited, but since both of them are going to be in the US at the time, Brina bluntly asked her boss whether it would be considered rude to ask if I could come in their place (white person as white person = tomato, tomatoe...)
A quick exchanged in hindi between the boss and the groom followed, and then the boss turned over to me with an assuring smile, "yes, he would love to have you at his wedding, but you might not be able to stay at his house". All this time the poor groom looked terrified at the whole prospect.
If I'm going? Hell, yes! It is gonna be me and 600 Indians who don't speak a word of English. I will just smile, say namaste and show them the latest Bollywood moves. How could it possibly go wrong?!
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