Weddings I

Fireworks in the night, with no festival in the way, means there's a wedding going on. First notice of weddings was at Jaipur, where a few were going on at our arrival. And precisely there, we had our first wedding experience, being the other one in Bikaner. Can't tell which one ended up in the most weirdest situation. But I would stick to the first one.

We arrived very late and finding a place to stay was very hard. We had two conditions, it had to be cheap, and not sharing a double room between the three of us. So once we got a very strange place with the strangest of manager, Dan, as always, was starving. So he and I went on the search for food. On our quest, we stumbled into a finished wedding where people were still eating and hanging around. The big stuff had obviously finished and chance of seeing the married couples wasn't available. However, the main point was getting food, and that seemed like a good place to ask. And Dan was the first to do so.

Very kindly they filled us up with everything they had, curry, roti, chilly, sweets, and I can't recall what else. The attention was incredible and communication was very difficult. Family members were always chasing guests away from us when we hardly could eat of so much effort trying to communicate and answering to their questions, but they had trouble as well trying to answer ours, with not much interest anyway. We were another amenity of the night and they weren't in a serious mood.

We could not fulfill ourselves with any more spicy, damn it was spicy, food, and so it was our turn to take them as the amenity of the night. Dan asked for taking pictures, and all of a sudden we were dragged to an alley were they insistently asked for pictures and pictures.

And then, things started to get strange. We didn't want to be rude, and though our intention was to get back to the wedding to say thanks and head to the hotel, three of the youngsters did not let us go so easily. They insisted on having a smoke, to which we didn't know if they were talking about drugs or just a cigarette. I offered my rollings, but they wanted Indian cigarettes. After our refusal of going away to buy them, we were asked to seat with them for while. I decided to stay up, and Dan sat down. One the Indians sat right next to him and immediately put his arm around his leg, while touching his inner thigh. Rubbing it I'd say. Dan was uncomfortable, but didn't want to offend the guy, as Indians are very touchable within themselves, holding hands, playing with their fingers and hugging, and other stuff, to a point you never know what is culture and what is homosexuality.

With no previous advertisement, the guy lent to Dan like if trying to kiss him, but Dan was swift enough to miss the shot. And then the guy just directly asked him for a kiss. Dan's No was enough, and they asked me to seat down next to the guy, to what I kindly refused. Dan had had enough of the touching and his eyes were looking straight to mines telling me with no words necessary we should get the hell out of there, and quickly.

Once outside, I could not help but properly burst in laughs, though Dan didn't think the situation was that funny.