When you get hitched in the south the ladies are always Soubhagyavati (receiver of good fortune aka snatched the match, yay) and the gents are Chiranjeevi (born to be immortal like Hanuman- the ultimate alpha?).
“The Harpers stood in front of the Sree Kaamakshaamba and Sree Someshwara Swamy Uyyale Mantapa, which adorned the decorated idols of Lord Shiva and Parvathi. The priest chanted mantras and performed “Aarathi”…. The priest then put a shawl on the shoulders of the prime minister and garlanded him with flowers of the famous Mysore jasmine buds (“Mysooru Mallige Moggina Haara”). Later, he gave another shawl and a garland and asked him to do the same for his wife. Harper garlanded his wife who seemed excited and thrilled for having been garlanded with jasmine buds. Observing this, Harper quipped “we have married again! The priest blessed the couple by saying “Dheergayushmaan Bhavah” (Long Live). The couple took a round of the temple (Pradakshine).”
Welcome to India, Mr Harper. May your premiership (and marriage) last for ever, with blessings from Parvati and Shiva. (PS Don’t forget to feed modaks to the Ganesha, his mum gets mighty upset if he is not suitably pampered).