You won’t find ice sculptures or a chiavari chairs. There are no doves being released at the beginning, middle or end of the ceremony. The Groom is not arriving on an elephant or any sort of jungle animal (at least not to my knowledge). There is no fancy lighting with our initials cascading from the ceilings. You will not find even a single red rose let alone an entire arrangement of red roses filling the center of each table. Nope. None of that. Why? Because I am the New Indian Bride.
Since my fiance (who I lovingly refer to as My Leading Man) and I got engaged on Christmas Day, my mother, sister and I have been designing a wedding that authentically reflects who we are. We are not the rich and famous of Orange County (who have significantly upped the ante on Indian weddings to the benefit of wedding vendors across Southern California and the detriment of would-be Brides trying to produce a wedding on a budget).
Rather we are hard-working people with lots of style, a host of creativity and no fear to tackle DIY projects. Our wedding is not a contest. We have nothing to prove to ourselves or the larger Indian community. Our goal is to create a simple, elegant and personable wedding celebration to mark the start of our lives together.
This is our story.