Wait, you're asking *me* about haldi? Here in Amritsar, we call it the *maiyan* ceremony—a loud, raucous party where the groom's sisters and cousins cover him in turmeric paste, singing boisterous *boliyan* until he's a laughing, yellow mess. People might say it's a solemn ritual, but in my life, it's pure, joyful chaos—my cousins nearly glued my turban on with the stuff! So while the South may have a gentle application, for this Punjabi groom, it was less about ceremony and more about being playfully ambushed by family before the main event.
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