2007-10-31 03:51:25 UTC
And becomes Sonia Narain. Welcome back to Hinduism!
The site carries a photo of the beautiful couple.
By Linda Lizioli
Surrounded by friends and family and by drummers beating a joyous
rhythm the bridegroom approached astride a white horse, looking every
inch the Prince come to wed Mumtaz Mahal. In the soft light of dusk
hundreds of diyas twinkled, ropes of marigolds hung from the
surrounding trees lining the flower-strewn pathway on either sides.
Girls with baskets of roses showered petals on the procession as Vivek
neared the spot where Sonya awaited him. Standing under a canopy of
flowers, she truly looked as though she had stepped out of one of the
scenes from the film she is currently finishing, Akbar Khan's Taj
Mahal. The rich dull red and gold clothes and the jewels only added to
her beauty, and joy and happiness shone on her face as she and Vivek
garlanded each other and moved towards the ritual fire.
Sonia Rizvi Jehan, grand daughter of the legendary Madam
Nur Jehan, and Vivek Narain, a charming young banker, tied the nuptial
knot in New Delhi in a glittering ceremony attended by Sonya's mother
Florence Rizvi, her brother Sikander and Nur Jehan's daughters, Nazia
As the various rituals were performed, I saw a simpler,
but far more touching scene, being played in my memory. Just after
Christmas we were gathered at Florence's home in Karachi after one of
her wonderful dinners when Akbar Rizvi asked Sonya and Vivek to come
close as he wished to bless their future union - at first we smiled as
an improvised fire in the shape of a shamadan was placed on the floor,
Florence's red lipstick was used as sindoor, and Sonya and Vivek
circled the candle. Suddenly the moment became very moving as Akbar
reached out to bless his daughter and her fiance - this was no
theatrical little scene he was playing, he was sincere in his
intensity; possibly he knew what none of us could have imagined: that
he would not be present on Sonya's wedding. It was a magical moment.
There was nothing of the glamour of the wedding in that evening, but
somehow Akbar made us feel that this was the true ceremony. And for
Sonya the memory of that evening will always remain in her heart - as