Hindu Style Wedding: Paraded on Streets with Laud Speakers

Source: Ken’s blog on Jan 21st.
It is special postings of the wedding.

It is finally the main wedding day. The ritual event has been held among the family members and monks and women to sing songs until today, the ceremony will be open for any possible person in town.

Like it was exciting for us to see a Hindu style wedding, it was also exciting for the Indian people to see Japanese couple participating in the wedding as the bride and the groom. It was funny how badly the villagers wanted to see the couple and they could not help pushing each other to get closer to the couple.


It is the groom who is wearing cruita and pajama. It is a lot more flashy than the casual monotone ones that the Indian men wear daily.


It is the bride who is wearing the gougious saree. She put Indian style vivid makeups with thick eyeliners, earrings, jewelries on her head, neck, nose. Look at the bangles! She also wears anklets which make bewitching sounds as she walks.


Oh wow there a musical band came. It is normal in India to call a musical band to let them play as they parade on streets. It reminded me of a mikoshi, a portable shrine, which parades on streets at Japanese traditional festivals.


Giving a prayer to a holy tree.


A musical band keeps playing rhythmical cheerful songs.


They parades even in small areas in the village.


This was a scary moment! Buffalos and our car with big speakers faced up each other and the buffalos started panicking. The crowd of buffalos gave up at the end and went away. sigh.


A girl who was looking at the wedding enviously.

“Do you want to get married?”, I asked.
“Yes!”, she answered.



The young kids dance on a daytime, and sometime oldies too. It came across in my mind that the old ones might be drunk. They don’t drink in public unlike in Japan. In india, they are not supposed to offer, sell, and bring alcohol even at a party place or what so ever. But those who drink, do drink no matter what.


Munyu-munyu, on the right side in the photo, found an ungaurded momet to sin in the chairs for the bride and the groom. Munyu-munyu is a little popular star at his orphanage. He plays and dances on a stage really well. When he finds us, he comes up and starts talking with many facial expressions.


When evening came, dinner was offered. The menu was no far different from what we eat usually at Indian food restaurants, but today I especially felt tasty.
However, it is a poor area in India. Many poor Indian children pushed away each other to come in.

So there was a person to limit the number of guests who could come in at the entrance. Invited guests were prioritized and the kids who came for food were allowed to go in later, if lucky. If not lucky they were not allowed till the end, or when they were allowed there was a little food left. I am not sure because I was not there to watch the whole thing. When we were lost in the crowd and stood up, pushed away by those kids, one of the staff found us and made a hole for us to go through…

When the party was coming to the end, I also had a drink that someone brought inside Sachi Home, the guesthouse we stayed and also where the wedding ceremony was held.

Then wedding ended.

When we travel, there are new meetings with people. The meeting brings another meeting and it goes on like that.

The reason why we came to Bodhgaya was that the flight ticket was the cheapest among the other destinations in India. Then we took a Vipassana meditation course after arriving in Bodhgaya, and met a Japanese guy there, then he introduced us to his friend in Bodhgaya. Then we became friends of this new friend and it went on. We finally met Siddarta who is one of the admins of the NPO-run free school, then he was the chairman of the wedding.

If even one of these meetings was missing, this couldn’t be real.

I personally don’t like to use a word of “destiny”, however, I always felt some kind of magnetic power. I am thankful to everything I experienced here.


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