After a long ride, the plan is to find a good place to sleep and start again early the following morning...
but if you want to make Bhagawan laugh, tell him your plans....
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19:30 and the sun start setting. A beach a few kilometers off the road seems like the ideal place to set camp: a long sandy beach, a grassy area right next to the sand with some benches and even gazebos around it. Truly ideal.... ideal for a wedding as well...
Sound precedes sight: tires screeching and loud horn noises let us know the couple is coming...
then sight: a long procession of cars with headlights flashing come towards us, and then, from the front vehicle, a big as ever white dress steps out...
and sound again: claps, cheers and screams complete the scene: the couple has arrived! and with everybody here we can all run (or not) to our places:
me, an observer and not a guest tonight, sit right accross from them. To my left, a sea that starts getting darker, to my right an (almost) full moon that has started peaking in. Them too, sea and moon, enjoy the view as observers...
Bride and groom move to the centre of a circle made by chairs, close family and friends walking around them, throwing petals and papers, photographers encircling every time closer with flash after flash. In a bigger circle, outside that one made by the chairs, children run...
Change of music, change of scene.
The couple sits down and young men step in to dance to their choreographic moves. Someone brings fruit to the couple, children break into two, the ones running around the ones crowding the ice cream lady....
New song, new scene. It's the ladies turn now to move into the dance floor. All of them at once, old and young, with the old ones barely moving and the little ones bouncing in place. The young men congratulate the couple. All the children crowd now the ice cream lady.
Some older men, seeing their chance, inconspicously move to a place out of the circle, and almost in darkness ,they chat.
The couple dances now and will keep on doing it till they can no more...
2 am now. Journalist duties completed, I make way for my tent.
Bhagawan keeps on laughing
but if you want to make Bhagawan laugh, tell him your plans....
then sight: a long procession of cars with headlights flashing come towards us, and then, from the front vehicle, a big as ever white dress steps out...
and sound again: claps, cheers and screams complete the scene: the couple has arrived! and with everybody here we can all run (or not) to our places:
me, an observer and not a guest tonight, sit right accross from them. To my left, a sea that starts getting darker, to my right an (almost) full moon that has started peaking in. Them too, sea and moon, enjoy the view as observers...
Bride and groom move to the centre of a circle made by chairs, close family and friends walking around them, throwing petals and papers, photographers encircling every time closer with flash after flash. In a bigger circle, outside that one made by the chairs, children run...Change of music, change of scene.
The couple sits down and young men step in to dance to their choreographic moves. Someone brings fruit to the couple, children break into two, the ones running around the ones crowding the ice cream lady....
New song, new scene. It's the ladies turn now to move into the dance floor. All of them at once, old and young, with the old ones barely moving and the little ones bouncing in place. The young men congratulate the couple. All the children crowd now the ice cream lady.
Some older men, seeing their chance, inconspicously move to a place out of the circle, and almost in darkness ,they chat.
The couple dances now and will keep on doing it till they can no more...
2 am now. Journalist duties completed, I make way for my tent.
Bhagawan keeps on laughing
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