tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post2252688011893361987..comments2023-10-31T20:33:26.817+05:30Comments on Past Continuous: MY FIRST WEDDING MEMORIESSucharita Sarkarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07802171314546508539noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-36626286472439852642010-07-20T22:52:16.817+05:302010-07-20T22:52:16.817+05:30We lived down south, so my very first memory of a ...We lived down south, so my very first memory of a wedding is that of a Christian one in a church. I must have been around 6. My Ma was unwell so I went along with my Dad. I still remember the bride floating down the aisle in white... I was mesmerised! We were given small coulorful balls of confetti to shower on the couple, but I had never seen them in my life n was somehow convinced that they were coloured sugarballs, NOT to we wasted on the bride n groom. So when dad was not looking, I quickly popped one in my mouth n was mightily disappointed at the gooey aftertaste! I was so upset after this that even when the wedding cake was offered to me, I carefully picked out all the silver sugarballs, not wanting to risk my palate anymore. But yeah, it stayed with me... till date I tend to associate weddings with white dresses n white cakes!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13086566406296485042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-28388553733601346212010-04-27T23:42:19.030+05:302010-04-27T23:42:19.030+05:30Great post as usual :)
My earliest memories of a w...Great post as usual :)<br />My earliest memories of a wedding was at an older cousin sister's wedding. I don't recall how old I was at that time. What I do remember are the countless 'paan' that I had with my parents busy with the wedding preparations :D. And yes, the bride weeping profusely stuck in my mind for a long time since. I could not figure out how the parents could let go off their daughter when she was so heartbroken.....Roshnai Chaudhurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11671149987393178356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-69707416094709964532009-11-30T16:59:33.339+05:302009-11-30T16:59:33.339+05:30I remember the first wedding way back when I was j...I remember the first wedding way back when I was just 3years - my cousin getting married. Since there was few months gap between the engagement and wedding - the preparations were elaborate. What I remember of it is that whenever I would cry out loud, my sisters and Mom would say - "Habuda'r biyer shanai baajchhey!"But I was most dissapointed that I was not taken along with the "barjatri"as I was too small! I remember very clearly boudi coming as the new bride in a turqouise blue benarasi. Now - her son and daughter are married! :)Shaswatihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14103324847974335332noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-67864108554456437622009-11-26T12:21:11.541+05:302009-11-26T12:21:11.541+05:30Ahhh... when I read about your deputation to put h...Ahhh... when I read about your deputation to put halud & sindoor on the wedding cards, it reminded me of my chhoto-mashi's wedding where I was deputed to do the same. How typical of the elder ones to give us a job that we couldn't mess up & also keep us occupied. :)Piscean Angelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16593584850990296413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-43019910635059451812009-10-29T15:19:00.364+05:302009-10-29T15:19:00.364+05:30hey lovely post....
i recall my own wedding..where...hey lovely post....<br />i recall my own wedding..where both of us were behaving like kids in a theme park..laughing and gigling over everything..finally my parents had to literally scold us during the pheras to be serious..<br />hah!Ektahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00352429898003636004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-71202841499921143472009-10-22T13:03:51.183+05:302009-10-22T13:03:51.183+05:30Glad that I came here :)
That was a very interesti...Glad that I came here :)<br />That was a very interesting read indeed. <br />I am from Kerala and the weddings here are devoid of all the shor-sharaba and hungama north indian weddings have. Yet, this one (the first wedding) was exciting as it was the first one I undertsood (I was all of eight years!) I remember I was excited about the black and white frock I was going to wear (Some color for a wedding, eh?) ;)Destiny's child...https://www.blogger.com/profile/17057033204086978256noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-33653091404970488242009-10-20T22:44:34.283+05:302009-10-20T22:44:34.283+05:30First memories of a wedding, it was an odd one. I...First memories of a wedding, it was an odd one. I was 13 years old. It was my cousin getting married. I wasn't close to her. She was 15 years my senior. She came from a VERY wealthy family and she wanted to defy them. Her wedding wasn't the luxury that her parents would have wanted. It was a backyard wedding. With a monk as a minister, dressed in a brown outfit. She, the bride, was barefoot and looked like a hippy. So was her groom. It was the absolute strangest wedding and the first I can recall from my youth. It was odd enough that even my brother still recalls it and laughs.Aletahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05605214202876973830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-48621717559127532852009-10-20T08:31:51.370+05:302009-10-20T08:31:51.370+05:30Well, the only Indian wedding I've 'attend...Well, the only Indian wedding I've 'attended' was Monsoon Wedding, but I did enjoy it very much.<br /><br />I didn't go to any weddings as a child. Most of the relatives lived very far away, and actually I think I grew up in a kind of gap in family weddings anyway. Everyone was either already married or way too young.<br /><br />When I graduated high school, there seemed to be a flurry of weddings for a few years. I was never a bridesmaid at any of these, and I think found the formality of them not to my taste. But as the years have gone on, I do enjoy going to weddings as both social occasions and as a witness to a rite of passage. Having been a bridesmaid once, though, I am happy to say that I think I'm too old to be pulled into service again...seana grahamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03774794086733027289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-17634344225850455122009-10-17T09:01:21.529+05:302009-10-17T09:01:21.529+05:30My first memory is that of a cousins wedding, when...My first memory is that of a cousins wedding, when I was 7. That was the first time I saw her, and I had to stand behind her with a kalash (with mango leaves)during the actual wedding moments. The next memory I have is a whole bunch of us children going beserk having coca cola drinking competitions. We were ever allowed to have it at home or otherwise, and here it was , at the reception, and noone was checking !. This was way before George Fernandes threw Coca Cola out. My last memory of that occasion has to do with the bride in tears, as she left, and I really couldnt understand why they were getting her to marry ..... confusing na ?Ugich Konitarihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15901335427613806798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-69373645740158417112009-10-17T08:57:38.216+05:302009-10-17T08:57:38.216+05:30I love reading your posts. I think that the first ...I love reading your posts. I think that the first wedding that I ever attended was that of an aunt of mine and all that I remember was being very, very excited when I was appointed to serve the "lebu-lonka-noon" (lime-chilli-salt) to the guests during dinner. In fact there were no professional servers, all the food was served to the guests by family members amidst much laughter and bantering. I miss this in the modern weddings.The Weekend Bloggerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17529547910130790380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-65242628620157499332009-10-16T01:35:13.065+05:302009-10-16T01:35:13.065+05:30It is really very well written. Well expressed. Th...It is really very well written. Well expressed. The best was that chaddi part...lol!!NRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17987719285041286082noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-40839017288284475772009-10-15T16:49:34.344+05:302009-10-15T16:49:34.344+05:30awww..... you wore a sari at seven!!! that is sooo...awww..... you wore a sari at seven!!! that is soooo cute!!!<br /><br />The first wedding I fully attended was that of my eldest sister..... I was in college and we had to do everything so it was work work and work from shopping to the bou bhat totto....no time to enjoy!!! No family member from Kolkata attended the wedding because of the '92 blasts..... so it was just the four of us..... very hectic. It was also my first exposure to the Bengali culture.....had fun in a different way!!! When it was all over it was Dad who fainted because of over exertion and we were sooooo glad it was over!!!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06853251401928746903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-57433245397961302032009-10-15T10:02:27.498+05:302009-10-15T10:02:27.498+05:30You forgot the noise of the brass band :)))))You forgot the noise of the brass band :)))))♥ Brajahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07693196044262677095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-79974742904607758162009-10-15T09:36:16.676+05:302009-10-15T09:36:16.676+05:30I remember so many weddings. Especially of relativ...I remember so many weddings. Especially of relatives. And there was always food, fragrance, loud music and incessant noise !<br /><br />those were different times though. Completely different times. Took me there...!Kavihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11426040093753611098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-88539529717970206982009-10-15T09:10:43.635+05:302009-10-15T09:10:43.635+05:30As a "Sehwala" I joined The first weddin...As a "Sehwala" I joined The first wedding of life. All I remember self watching in front of mirror looking @ new white coat And Mother trying her best to arrange hairs And then riding horse sitting in front of Dulha. - Senti kar diya aapne.<br />Good memories.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com