
irst,
it was the change of entire itinerary and then a surprise stay of extra
three nights in Jaipur that made my lone guest Janice somewhat furious in
Delhi.
But the change was not without any pleasant reason.
I did this to make her stay in my village home to witness wedding of my
close cousin.
Any other tourist I wouldn't have dared change her program without
permission but Janice had traveled with me a year ago and I had the liberty.
The Participants
Introducing my family and relatives to her became a long event.
Even at the time of her farewell after overstay of two more days, she was
still meeting someone new to her. We have a huge undivided family
with several of my uncles with dozens of relationships off-shooting from
relatives and wives of each of them. Clearly make my family-members 300
plus! As usual the whole village stood invited. Nevertheless privacy was the
commodity Janice couldn't afford to have. Always surrounded by my cousins,
she was being cared more than she could demand. Who needed the privacy
anyway when something is happening each hour of the day?
Entertainment
And she witnessed it all. Our house as the scene of multitude of
activities. Inner courtyard reserved for the ladies. Women from all homes
coming and going, sharing all the works- cleaning grains, grinding spices
and applying henna.

Songs
being sung in local dialect, lyrics and tunes superbly known to every lady-
an oral treasure passed through generations.
Women have own way of entertaining themselves- dancing in elegant swirls
and imitating the men.
Outside, were the men gossiping and doing the fine job of meeting every new
guest.
Several rounds of tea, hot milk and snacks in-between went on with
discussions ranging from anything to everything.
Some supervise the enormous makeshift kitchen which had been on job since
more than 48 hours now.
The sheer magnitude and variety of food-items (Sweets top the list in
importance) to be prepared was to be grand.
A social responsibility
For the wedding is an event for all. It is noticeably not a personal affair
at all; definitely a social and community event.
The musicians auspiciously playing shehnai now since past many days outside
the main gate have their own share of personal involvement.
Neither the village women collecting everyday at our home singing in chorus
shy away from their collective social responsibility.
In the same way sweepers, barber, potter, priest, cows, horse, each and
everyone in the village is involved in the celebration with their roles
discreetly, distinctly, colorfully and meticulously wrapped up in a ritual
or another.
Hospitality, the kind which most learned hotel management graduates
may learn a few tips from, is extended to one and all.

Things
go on and on in the house full with flurry of activities.
The celebrations go on for days, songs for weeks and preparations for
months. Nobody knows who started it all, who remembers hundreds of these
customs so carefully and who makes these actually happen.
But combination of these makes it a grand spectacle.
Possibly, the scale and magnitude of such events is an emulation of
Rajasthan's great princely past*.
But this is not merely a show of splendor; it is a realistic
display of social and community bonds- a classic case of expert event
management.
As a matter of fact, making tour arrangements in Rajasthan is a sort of
wedding arrangement- colorful, spectacular and soulful; above all an expert
event management.
More than anyone, Janice knows this as she certainly didn't regret her
overstay.
* The Princes and Maharajas have been renowned for their life
of great luxury and style.
The stories of their elaborate pomp & shows, opulent palaces, fine
hospitality and most expensive wedding arrangements (in the world!) are
narrated even today.
No doubt such closely watched splendors have been a fantasy for ordinary
people with princes and princesses as their role models. This influence is
best visible in Rajasthani wedding ceremonies.