Part 1 of 5South India, 2019

A wedding and plenty of laughter

A group of colleagues flies from Singapore to Bengaluru for a wedding, jokes the whole way, sits through a long traditional ceremony and waits more than an hour for a plate of mutton.

An Air India turboprop on an airport apron, its front cargo door open, with ground staff in high-visibility vests standing beside a baggage cart and a red propeller engine under the wing.
An Air India turboprop on the apron on the morning of 9 March.

On 9 March 2019, a few of my colleagues and I boarded IndiGo flight 6E 58 from Singapore to Bengaluru. It left at 5:30 in the morning and landed at 7:30. We were on our way to another colleague’s wedding.

Laughing all the way

What I remember most about that flight is the laughter. The jokes started early and kept coming for the whole journey. The whole group kept it going, and I was one of the people cracking the most jokes.

I couldn’t repeat a single one of those jokes now. I only remember that we hardly stopped laughing.

From Bengaluru, we took an Air India turboprop flight on to Vijayawada, where the wedding was being held.

A long, traditional wedding

The wedding took place that same day. It was a traditional wedding, and the rituals went on unusually late.

I’ve wondered since whether the delay had something to do with waiting for an auspicious time. I’m not sure, though.

A busy street at night, with shoppers and motorcycles in front of a brightly lit shopping building with signs in Telugu and English.
A busy street on the evening of the wedding.

The wedding food was vegetarian.

Separately, while I was in Vijayawada, I had some exceptionally good chilli chicken. It tasted very much like the chilli chicken I remembered from home.

Waiting for the goat

Afterwards, we made our way back to Bengaluru.

A wide toll plaza at night seen through a car windscreen, with rows of lit lanes, green signs and tail lights ahead.
On the road on the evening of 10 March.

On the evening of 10 March, four of us went out for dinner together. We ordered a mutton dish, and then we waited. It took more than an hour to arrive.

By the time it reached our table, we had decided that the restaurant staff must have gone out to catch the goat first. I can’t remember what the dish was, only how long it took and the joke that came with it.

The next morning, the four of us set off for a day in Mysuru.