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A wedding...

(don't worry, not mine....)

We had gone to Pondicherry last weekend to attend a friend's wedding and it was a cute little hindu ceremonial thing. The hall was practically empty, cause most people turn up for the previous day reception, while only the really really close family members are present during the actual 'thali' tying ceremony which took place at 7am. When we entered, the bridegroom had one end of his attire tied to the girl's pallu and they were walking round the stage... I don't know what this signifies, but I really liked this part of the ceremony. (Enrique's song "you can run, you can hide, but you can't escape my love" would have fit the mood...)

Anyway here are a few more pictures taken in/on the way to Pondicherry:
Apparently alcohol is damn cheap in Pondicherry...

The salt farm on the way to Pondicherry.


Sajeeve's bullet proof cellphone, he got hit by a bullet a few days back, but the phone saved his life. (you can see the mark where the bullet hit the glass... pretty amazing huh..)

Comments

Anonymous said…
Damn you sajeeves's cell phone!!
Zak said…
hehe!
Zak said…
yeah namidey! i got caught in this encounter in mount road (shoot out in spencers plaza) ... three gangsters got killed.. one of the stray bullets hit my phone..
Zak said…
For security reasons I have changed my blog url .

In case u have link on ur page ! Pls alter it accordingly . You may continue enjoying the same unadulterated fun in http://whackyeyez.blogspot.com/
Anonymous said…
That phone is fit to be kept in the war museum!
Zak said…
do they have war museums!
That Squirrel said…
So how much alcohol did you smuggle in??
And yes, we believe your bullet story. :D
test said…
a real bullet?
Zak said…
im alive im alive !!
Bungz said…
The bullet proof monk... er... monkey...
wildeyes said…
when the hell is the new post?????
Zak said…
where is ur post! i came home all the way to read it

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