Families tied by marriage learn to get along
Indian culture is enriching if you give it a chance
By KRISTIN HARTY
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My cousin Grant’s new wife said she thinks he must have at least one drop of Indian blood coursing through his veins.
She doesn’t know how else to explain his aplomb.
Because here’s a guy from Markesan, Wis. – population 1,396 – a 29-year-old, meat-and-potatoes, Midwestern guy eating chicken tikka masala (chicken in a curry cream sauce), wearing a traditional kurta and pajama, chatting with his new in-laws from India, looking shockingly at ease.
And this was on his wedding day.
My family and I watched Grant exchange vows with Sangeeta Alla, 31, in an extraordinarily unique wedding ceremony last weekend at their home near Danbury, Conn.
They live on a lake. They got married on their dock.
About half of the 50 or so guests were natives of India, the others Americans of Midwestern stock.
The geographic and cultural gaps could have swallowed up the whole affair.
What’s amazing and lovely is that they did not.
There were some awkward pauses, to be sure, during conversations among the guests. There were language barriers and other complications (neither my dad nor the groom’s father, for example, can hear worth a darn – even if you are speaking in the most impeccable English).
There was authentic Indian food, creating alarm among some of the more stoic Midwestern guests.
One of Grant’s uncles, who lives in Sioux Falls, S.D., couldn’t handle the curry.
“I don’t like eating surprises,” he said, covering up his plate with a napkin.
I’m pretty conservative myself when it comes to buffets. So I was sort of surprised that I tried (and liked) everything but the tandoori shrimp (I don’t care for seafood, no matter which ocean it comes from).
What impresses me most about Grant’s wedding day is how natural it all seemed. Sangeeta was breathtakingly beautiful in a white sari. Grant looked like he was born wearing those embroidered slippers from Hyderabad, serene and sure-footed as he repeated his vows.
My question is this: Where did this guy come from?
The Grant I remember was just a kid, taking piano lessons and riding around rural Wisconsin on a bike.
Now he’s grown up and handsome and utterly at ease around all things of India.
Sangeeta’s friend, Supriya Satish, attributes it to reincarnation.
“In his last life, he must have been an Indian,” she said.
Anything’s possible, I guess.
The way I see it, Grant grew up in a small town, but he didn’t let that stop him from becoming cosmopolitan. He has sought out people who are different from him because he wants to learn about the world and be a more rounded human being.
He’s quite a remarkable fellow.
I’m honored to be his cousin.
And I’m honored to welcome Sangeeta Alla-Reistad into our family.
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