I was honoured to be invited to witness the traditional Sikh wedding of Prabs (aka P-Lord, Prab-master, Bombay Bombshell and many other embarrassing nicknames) and Kiran (that’s her real name). Held last Saturday morning at the Central Sikh Temple, Towner Road, the wedding in addition to several prayers and blessings consisted of the Four Lavan. It is basically where the couple had to make the four wedding rounds, circumambulating the Siri Guru Granth Sahib.
Now to be honest, I know next to nothing about the Four Lavan although it was quite an eye opener, but you can refer to this page to find out what each round means. Meanwhile, here are some photos I captured during the day.

Left: Prabs turning up in a turban..yeah!! | Right: Some prayers before heading to the temple

Left: After breakfast, Prabs and family heads into the huge hall | Right: Ritual leaders (I think)

Left: Prabs awaiting for the bride | Right: In comes Kiran

Left: A closer look at the bride and the entourage | Right: One of the four rounds after some prayers

Left: More blessings… | Right: …while the prayers continue
The event took about a good half hour or so and before we knew it, family members were whipping out their cameras and started snapping away. Of course being new to wearing a kurta, bandanna and in a Sikh temple, I had to do the usual camera whoring with Prabs during lunch.

Left: With some friends | Right: I still think I look funny
After some vegeterian lunch, we headed to Kiran’s home and witnessed the signing ceremony. Being one of his ‘brother’ in the entourage, I was told that it is customary for people like me to be ragged while all the groom needs to do is to fork out cash. Needless to say, the lesser he forks our, the more I have to be ragged. Prabs was pretty generous with the first ‘ang pow’ and we were let off rather easily. However I learnt that there is a round two where in order to get his shoes back, it would have to cost us…alot more.
Little did he know that I needed to head to the hospital to visit my nephew and it was his brother-in-law who got ragged in the end. As a reward for wearing a Saree, he got a big fat ‘ang pow’ which made me wonder if I should have stayed just a while longer. It was one heck of a day and truly memorable…
. Congrats buddy, we are happy for you.

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