12pm………….12………..12……….2012

After the stag night…………. the wedding, at Our Lady Of Gloria Church, Varca; as an atheist I am always reluctant about entering a church, so I was delighted to discover that none of the solemnity that I associate with being inside a church was present. It was indeed a joyous and uplifting ceremony, which started at 12 midday on 12 – 12 – 12, the twelfth of December also being Agnelo’s mum’s birthday…………. a young lad was playing a violin, there was a man playing an old harpsichord and four singers; these were all amplified through six big speakers, and their  volume was easily matched by the 200+ congregation who were singing at the top of their voices………….it was a stark contrast to some church weddings that I have attended in England, where the Vicar and 3 other people have been only ones singing, leaving the rest of the congregation to shift their weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other whilst miming the words…………..

 

The whole ceremony was conducted in the local language of Konkani, which is only spoken in Goa and some parts of Karnataka, so I can only assume that it must have been  at the point in the ceremony when Agnelo and Melissa were pronounced as man and wife when suddenly the huge church bells clanged at a deafening volume, outside, large strings of firecrackers exploded simultaneously, sounding like a burst of automatic gunfire, a couple of dogs started barking and several babies started crying; the smell of gunpowder drifted in through one of the three large open doors, and a scruffy old dog sauntered in and proceeded to lay down on the cold marble floor in the middle of the aisle; I watched as she got up once and walked slowly out of one of the middle doors, squatted down for a pee before returning to lie on the cold marble floor…………..respect!………….It was a memorable ceremony, Agnelo and Melissa were married……… Goan style……….

Our Lady Of Gloria Church……………..Varca…….

 

Agnello arriving at church, best man Frank on one side and niece Rachella (red dress) on the other……last time that I saw Rachella, 4 years ago, she was a shy gangly schoolgirl; she has grow into a beautiful young woman, warm friendly and oozing confidence

Melissa waiting with best man Frank

 

Agnello’s younger brother Peter with his mum and his own wife

 

 

 

 

 

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