|Even Instagram couldn't ruin this view|
And because this was a wedding of an Australian-Indian friend to her American fiance, the venue was packed with their overseas guests, and so I figured a) no one would have the time to tend to me and my sari and b) really letting my country down by being "that" Indian girl, the one who doesn't know how to put on a sari. (As you can see, it's a matter of deep insecurity.)
But my lehengas were quite gorgeous. One is one I've had since I was seventeen and have been trotting out to every single wedding since. My grandmother in Hyderabad bought it for me, it's white with a silver zardosi and sequinned embroidered top, cut away at the navel in a slit, so quite modest, but also quite sexy. The other was a gold and cream cotton skirt with a red embroidered blouse that I also use for a red sari, when there's someone around to help me with it. The only thing I regretted was wearing heels, my feet kept sinking into the grass and at the end of it, I had to go back to my room and change into my grubby daily wear chappals. VANITY.
|Almost private upstairs swimming pool.|
Although, one of my most exciting moments from this weekend was when we stopped to watch a hornet carry off a grasshopper, which it had killed and it was zooming about, but the weight was too heavy and it kept getting detracted from its path. And then, suddenly from the sky, down swooped a swallowtail and ate them both up. Very Discovery-Channel-in-real-life.
Another exciting moment was the post-sangeet unofficial after party when we all ran to our rooms (well, some of us), stripped out of our finery into our bathing suits and got into that pool for a midnight swim. It would have been far cooler if the water wasn't so DAMN COLD. I could barely do one lap (with a Bacardi shot for sustenence) when I had to get out again. Brrr. But still, quite an awesome thing to do.
I met some old Bombay friends, drank lots of wine and danced to old school Hindi songs from movies that were popular in my early 20s. It was a lovely wedding, a really good way to kick off this season (and officially break out the 13th Year Of The White Lehenga.)
And here's another Instagram picture of a mural. You guys should all totally go for a weekend. But, plan to go on Friday, because with the long ride, a 24 hour trip just winds up wearing you out. And the zip line looks boring, so really, just for a drinking/swimming/eating (REALLY good laal maas) weekend.
|It was there and so I took a picture of it.|