This last real wedding story of 2013 details a first dear reader: an Indian wedding. With two ceremonies, a mix of Punjabi and Gujarati customs and around 500 people in attendance – hence the long post – I decided i needed a wingman (Cathy was unavailable) so i had the pleasure of hiring fellow professional and good friend John Owen. Having covered the Sangeet night the week before, it was clear we were in for a fun and emotional day, which is all a social photographer can wish for.
We join Shanker, the groom, at home where i think he’s not looking forward to wearing his veil 🙂
We move now to the Doubletrees by Hilton hotel in Milton Keynes where Jigna is calmly getting ready for the day’s festivities.
Now for the arrival of the men and the Milni: meeting of the two male sides of the family. There was much hugging and lifting up of each other. Reminded me of when i used to play rugby.
Here, the mother of the bride has to convince the groom to get out of the car, all whilst his family demand he is worth bigger gestures before he does. Emotion, fun and drama and we’re still in the car park.
Shank isn’t allowed to see his bride just yet.
Familiar territory now for the civil ceremony.
See further on in this post, for why there’s so much bell ringing going on.
The seating plan was imaginative: find the bell with your name on and on the reverse is a playing card; match that to the plan to see where you’re sitting. Simple really, but that is a lot of bells.
The first dance occurred as the couple walking in to the wedding breakfast.
Food could wait, this crowd needed no encouragement to party hard as there was then basically a flashmob on the dance floor. Superb.
One young man managed to stop them in their tracks with solo dance effort.
Back to the familiar, the speeches.
Now, you’re sure you lads are old enough to drink and your parents definitely know about this right?
The happy couple love the pics and now there is the small matter of the wedding album.