It was a 5 day trip and I was eagerly waiting for it from a month back. The sake of the trip was to attend the marriage of our friend but all my interests were on something that would come behind.. a trip to Mussorie :). The trip was as exciting as I imagined it to be with a small disappointment that it did not snow at Mussorie during our stay. :(

We were supposed to take a flight at 7 in the morning to Delhi from Bangalore. So I had to wake up at 4 to make the required preparations and it would take obviously an hour to travel from Hebbal ( a remote place in Bangalore .. Ram would kill me for this ;)) to the airport.

After reaching there we came to know that almost all the flights are delayed because of fog in ‘Chennai’. Lol ;) Initially our flight was delayed by half an hour and later every half an hour there came an announcement that it is delayed by half an hour more. So finally we got into our flight at 11 in the morning (the time we were initially supposed to land in Delhi :))

The flight was quiet pleasant..though a bit late by 3 hours :) and we had to run to catch the connecting train to Roorkee.



This is the first time I am actually seeing a live North Indian wedding leaving alone Karan Johars films like Hum Aaap kai Hein Kaun, DDLJ etc..

By the time we reached the Roorkee station the ‘Baraat’ had already started. So the cab driver drove us directly to the road where the baraat was happening and with our tired faces and unclean dresses, we too participated in the Baraat. While the groom was sitting happily on a Ghoda and later shifted to a ‘Rath’ it was we and the other highly decorated relatives who had to walk (I mean dance) almost all the streets of Roorkee.
The enthusiasm with which even Grandmas were dancing on the road leaving all the intimidation and fear and enjoying every moment of the wedding is really to be encouraged. You can never notice that in South India.

The Muhoorat was at 2 in the night. By the time we completed the baraat, came to the mandap and had food it was 12 in the night and we were too tired that we wanted to fall down dead. We had no energy left in us to wait uptil the Muhoorat. Also it looks like a norm there that ‘Baraat’ is the most important part of the wedding. So everyone who ever had participated in the Baraat came to the mandap had dinner and were leaving the place. Only very important relatives remain uptil they tie the knot.

Among all the friends of Ram who had come for the marriage, it was only Ram who was married. So a concession was that he was booked a room to stay. :) All others had to remain awake all thru the night. So we bade them good bye seeing and enjoying the jealousy in their eyes.

Dreaming of a good stay at Mussorie I fell asleep.