Oh December!

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> December being the start of winter in Kathmandu is also the busiest season for weddings. And being in your late twenties means your peers start to settle down adding the responsibility of attending more weddings. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> As the Hindu tradition goes the wedding process is quite long and hectic. The wedding starts with what is called Janti, in Nepali tradition Janti is a procession where the groom with his friends and family proceed for the bride's house, accompanied by a traditional musical band while people indulge in dancing and merrymaking. Among the many married friends this was my first Janti and it was fun-filled as I had imagined.</div> <br /> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcGUHp2CtGDqFnZ_AzvRTId_EX9zCA5YWVPOKRG7E8GSF53ycqbd0ufT6YmgBa5RQyjKIngk6_6gl6eh12R_N93k6-cW0oeUk5Jo4fjJ951UpvZGwhpzSOuD6Mq63q_0OsjF4kDTpjhEo/s1600/_MG_4521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcGUHp2CtGDqFnZ_AzvRTId_EX9zCA5YWVPOKRG7E8GSF53ycqbd0ufT6YmgBa5RQyjKIngk6_6gl6eh12R_N93k6-cW0oeUk5Jo4fjJ951UpvZGwhpzSOuD6Mq63q_0OsjF4kDTpjhEo/s640/_MG_4521.jpg" width="900" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Janti Boys</td></tr> </tbody></table> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpSf96NVnjaDE97SePlAGzqgJe0XSNE8pChanFnjZ7f2DWQnuKEALJASFyxYDfODgrwfxlVTseVsj7AgMoJASJSgNaHQJRrMUOfxnPmzm5di35YkXy5oIvokcWFyPEDHjUSCXiHUIplSI/s1600/_MG_4526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpSf96NVnjaDE97SePlAGzqgJe0XSNE8pChanFnjZ7f2DWQnuKEALJASFyxYDfODgrwfxlVTseVsj7AgMoJASJSgNaHQJRrMUOfxnPmzm5di35YkXy5oIvokcWFyPEDHjUSCXiHUIplSI/s640/_MG_4526.jpg" width="900" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Janti Gang</td></tr> </tbody></table> <div style="text-align: center;"> Being the only girl in the group of school friends I always thought that I would be the first one to get married, come to realize how stereotypical I was being. Along all these years all the guys settled down where as I am still on the "finding a groom" phase of life.  </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGTcw9KdDtikBgP2svSHeobtK3dhYwUjPQYdJ9_KpY_QZVBUU_mmrWwdcZq3I_qkxuSX6o9dq3O-yYf6dRxOc3UaUnrhG76Gz1PcJYFqVazPS5ywT-u3LlaZAR5-b7QEyKKk0nSqnoy4Q/s1600/IMG_1026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGTcw9KdDtikBgP2svSHeobtK3dhYwUjPQYdJ9_KpY_QZVBUU_mmrWwdcZq3I_qkxuSX6o9dq3O-yYf6dRxOc3UaUnrhG76Gz1PcJYFqVazPS5ywT-u3LlaZAR5-b7QEyKKk0nSqnoy4Q/s640/IMG_1026.jpg" width="900" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Happy Groom</td></tr> </tbody></table> <div style="text-align: center;"> It has been almost 13 years since I have known this guy and I never realized how romantic and dreamy he could get. On the morning of the wedding when I saw his all decked up in this Dhaka Daura I realized how anxious yet over-joyed he was about the wedding. Over the years I have seen him grow and seeing him sit there as a groom taking up the responsibility as an adult, it made me feel really proud. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi945bdb5joR3vVzk0UGWapfN1io_CqeSIkXtjQOlKtVxqOxhpQ3KaUfgWA7-LEWelPfa5DqaqZQR1yKie88SIY4VadpJhyyZjtuRnx0qeThAnFpzdVtsDohpXGgMQZyD03gtO8F7KNpxg/s1600/_MG_4563.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi945bdb5joR3vVzk0UGWapfN1io_CqeSIkXtjQOlKtVxqOxhpQ3KaUfgWA7-LEWelPfa5DqaqZQR1yKie88SIY4VadpJhyyZjtuRnx0qeThAnFpzdVtsDohpXGgMQZyD03gtO8F7KNpxg/s640/_MG_4563.jpg" width="900" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Newly Weds</td></tr> </tbody></table> <div style="text-align: center;"> Besides the happy groom there were also happy friends, we were all laughing, joking and dancing all throughout the day. Between the long continues pujas and rituals we found pleasure in teasing the newly weds, competing and bargaining with the brides side for the stolen shoes and a lot of dancing. </div> <div> <br /></div> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhENb9Th5CfV_xUhAJtlzZXGpo6wHz4HrelUCp-ZO0z1HuefkOvk1NSY1gCBug15YU63Z9_Ima1EArEHoIoW6OQ2Qmg6qclg8BaxHQxz9G51cp6H3vdpGUBM8XBY0e5qw86fdeHuw1fVsU/s1600/_MG_4542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhENb9Th5CfV_xUhAJtlzZXGpo6wHz4HrelUCp-ZO0z1HuefkOvk1NSY1gCBug15YU63Z9_Ima1EArEHoIoW6OQ2Qmg6qclg8BaxHQxz9G51cp6H3vdpGUBM8XBY0e5qw86fdeHuw1fVsU/s640/_MG_4542.jpg" width="900" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Janti Boy's Dancing</td></tr> </tbody></table> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWViBA2ElMBwV3yFo1vt1zj7Y7dBHnNYiP3MehLCArHSC0UrJfNCeoGHpC4DeFKkf9BcjeZdUBlE7KX9HlCgbV0B_rjOtnZu6kA5wuOXYoloj7-ODQ0tuMi9hOHEBagEXlkLoRmc_btwo/s640/_MG_4551.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="900" /></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Moves! </td></tr> </tbody></table> <div style="text-align: center;"> With someone as casual as me dressing up is only when there are special occasions and what better occasion then a friend's wedding. So mustering up all my courage I prepared myself to wear heels and saree for the day. This was the first time I did all my makeup and the saree draping all by myself and trust me when I say it is quite an achievement for me. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOsaVieaNx2jDEa3EGKFxKp2z9SFpRfl-3C0ufCbhZ66XWAsewsA-GC8Fovq7bBME_YUVk3X8Rg9H-Pyqjc2ZmKHqsw2dlUHvhdyST6kMvEPhhCKvwB2gEJ2DrEkNTZQ3S_xEx4xrv6Mg/s1600/Saree_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOsaVieaNx2jDEa3EGKFxKp2z9SFpRfl-3C0ufCbhZ66XWAsewsA-GC8Fovq7bBME_YUVk3X8Rg9H-Pyqjc2ZmKHqsw2dlUHvhdyST6kMvEPhhCKvwB2gEJ2DrEkNTZQ3S_xEx4xrv6Mg/s640/Saree_1.jpg" width="900" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Saree and Heels<br /> <br /></td></tr> </tbody></table> <div style="text-align: center;"> More of the wedding bits on the up coming post, just a mandatory selfie for now.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJnI_CyvhxZWmFwi90a6jxuf2kndMhaMMrzmi_2I1rycbxmL2BnmtTLED0wtPZcMBIpzGdAQhnbhhNDNvFVewH5WID4Bq_WAFuh2xqvGVHNXSrMUUJi_M0RjQ7IRRGNxBmEOZu4toCdA0/s1600/IMG_1038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJnI_CyvhxZWmFwi90a6jxuf2kndMhaMMrzmi_2I1rycbxmL2BnmtTLED0wtPZcMBIpzGdAQhnbhhNDNvFVewH5WID4Bq_WAFuh2xqvGVHNXSrMUUJi_M0RjQ7IRRGNxBmEOZu4toCdA0/s640/IMG_1038.jpg" width="900" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mandatory Janti Selfie</td></tr> </tbody></table> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"> Until the next wedding and until the next blog post.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> To finding little adventures and making memories.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div> <div style="text-align: center;"> SHEY</div> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWViBA2ElMBwV3yFo1vt1zj7Y7dBHnNYiP3MehLCArHSC0UrJfNCeoGHpC4DeFKkf9BcjeZdUBlE7KX9HlCgbV0B_rjOtnZu6kA5wuOXYoloj7-ODQ0tuMi9hOHEBagEXlkLoRmc_btwo/s1600/_MG_4551.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br /></div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWViBA2ElMBwV3yFo1vt1zj7Y7dBHnNYiP3MehLCArHSC0UrJfNCeoGHpC4DeFKkf9BcjeZdUBlE7KX9HlCgbV0B_rjOtnZu6kA5wuOXYoloj7-ODQ0tuMi9hOHEBagEXlkLoRmc_btwo/s1600/_MG_4551.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br /> <div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <br /> <br /> <br /></div> </div> </div>

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Oh December!

December being the start of winter in Kathmandu is also the busiest season for weddings. And being in your late twenties means your peers ...