The Inevitable Delhi Belly

I had to catch it at some point, the inevitable Delhi Belly. You’ve probably at least heard of it, if not experienced it yourself. I’ll spare you the details, since they’re not pretty, but my weak stomach knocked me out for the entire day, just as long as I needed to break the several-day-long hiatus I had taken from the blog. The unfortunate part is that my Delhi Belly came along with a Classic Hangover — the terrible puckered parched pounding kind — and the realization that I had drunk dialed my parents, of all people, upon returning from the wedding Sangeet that put me in both conditions of poor health. Now, on to more interesting subjects than the state of my stomach:

K and I weren’t the only ones with a wedding to attend here last night. The city is nuts with wedding fever. Apparently, there were over 10,000 weddings in Delhi yesterday.

Wednesday was seen as one of the best days to tie the knot. “The Gods wake up from their four months’ sleep. The whole day is auspicious,” Daya Shankar Prasad, a Hindu priest, told the Times of India, referring to the first wedding season day.

It took us one hour to travel about 4 kms, even though our taxi driver rode the shoulder the whole way alongside the white horses being directed from one barat to the next in all their finery. I assume we can look forward to the same kind of traffic every night for the next few weeks while the gods are awake from their slumber and the auspicious wedding period continues.