The big fat Kerala Wedding

Traditions

‘And he looks at his tickets and he goes..’Wow that really is cheap for flying all the way to Thailand and back’
That is when I realised that he had booked tickets only for one for his honeymoon”

That was followed by resounding laughter.

Lately I find myself coming home for weddings, traditional Kerala weddings. Its as often as two weddings in a week and an another one two weeks later. Yet I come for them all. Why? Because it’s a wedding in the family. I wouldn dare not come and miss out on all the good food and the laughter.

Through my camera view finder I can still see the laughter surrounding my cousins honeymoon ticket episode. He is never going to live this down!

I capture the open mouths and tilted heads. Although the pictures have no power to capture the sounds of the laughter, the twinkling of the eyes will testify to the fact that there was ample joy on this particular day.

Outside under the shamiana food is served hot. It is the traditional Thatt dosa and omellete with add ons. There is an open bar; there always is. It would be sacrilegious not to have one. My cousin brothers are tending the bar. I have often wondered how many they down for every drink they pour. But there is always plenty to go around so I guess no one is keeping count.

Later in the evening after dinner and with a drink still in hand everyone will find themselves settling on the verandah in front of the house. Now that all the guests have gone all shoes are kicked off, voices get louder,the choice of words and flow of conversations get less cautious.

Good company is always accompanied by good food; good food is never without good music. And following this logic, the Carpenters will find their way into the different parallel conversations and merge them all with the opening strains of ” Such a feeling’s coming over me…”

There are three generations here at my uncle’s house. A whole battalion of aunts and uncles, an armada of cousins and a growing infantry of grand nieces and nephews.

The third generation

And as I watch the three generations sitting on the verandah singing in and out of tune the last lines of the song I see the invisible but strong threads that bind us together from one generation to the next.

Oh how I love our big fat Kerala weddings!

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