nash hash into a
Maha
Nash hash
3 days of
transformation
By:
Bombay hash
house harriers
Acknowledgement
As
in any event requires manpower and hard work to make it a success, we, the
Bombay Hash House Harriers mismanagement, would like to thank you all of being
a part of this gala weekend.
Firstly,
a big thanks to all the sponsors, for, without you the event would not have
been a cake walk for the organizers:
Kingfisher: Thank you for your unending
support and supply throughout all BH3 events. A special thanks to Somer and the
entire staff of Kingfisher for the wonderful support.
Midas Care: The Relispray’s provided to
the group was of utmost help almost after every run. We thank you for relieving
our runners off the cramps, post run, and concentrate on the celebrations and
be ready the next day for the run.
Also,
a big thanks to Osama (Darayus Bathena)
and Neelima, Sitting Duck (Shreyas Doshi) and Running Fuck (Neeta Doshi), Sole
Seeker (Mihir Shah), Ass over
tits(Narendra), Leaky Faucet (Hormuz)
and Gimme More (Katy), Zain and Madras Hashers for sponsoring the t-shirts, waist pouch, wrist
bands, badges and the goody bag.
We
are also thankful to Cumagain (Dinesh
Khemlani), Smooth Operator (Haresh
Gidwani), Lick her up (Poonam
Gidwani) and Fartashaty (Sanjay
Rajpal) for the endless numbers of pictures taken through the event.
Pictures tell a story and your pictures will tell the story of Nash Hash 2011
forever. Also, a big thank you to Jaideep
for the videos recorded throughout the event. They help in living the happy
past, all over again.
We
also thank Sherwood for the
hospitality provided to us over the weekend.
Last
but not the least, I would like to thank everyone on the BH3 mismangement team
for the success of this event. Thank you Bonsai
(Ketki Shah), Shining (Shailesh
Shah), Cockney Wanker (David
Bradley), Fartashaty (Sanjay Rajpal),
Shivaji (Prakash Sorap), Screwed Driver (Harsh Shah) and Fubar (Chirag Rupani).
Before Day 1
A
day, before the Easter ‘Maha’ Nash Hash was to begin, the entire, well almost,
gang of Bombay Hash was in Sherwood preparing for the event. Everybody was
assigned their chores and the target was to finish them before sundown so that
the evening can be spent drinking and having fun. And fun we had. The scene was
set. We all gathered under a huge umbrella by the pool overlooking the valley.
The sky was a dark blue but not completely black yet. In the infinity of the
sky, one could see the stars glitter in 100s and the shadow of the moon
reflected from the swimming pool. The thermometer was showing temperatures
which would want one to pull a blanket over themselves or, atleast, wear warm
clothes. We brought none of them in the luggage. But we did make sure that we
kept our bodies warm with all the alcohol that we were consuming.
The
conversations varied from how chilled the beer was to the agenda over the next
3 days. Occasionally, the chat groups would pounce on one another and hashers
would leave a chat group and join another, depending on their topic of
interest. It was as if yahoo chat was showing us a live demo.
Post
dinner, most of them retired back to their rooms to get plentiful of rest
before the actual weekend began while the mismanagement, alongwith a few more
hashers, gathered in the chalet for some more drinks and conversations. The
chalet was a beautiful and cosy 3 bedroom duplex with a large hall and a small
kitchen. It had enough seating arrangement to accommodate the entire bunch. In
one corner was a T.V. set with an Artis 3.1 speaker set. There were 2 lazy
loungers and a sofa which could seat 3 people. A dining table on the other
corner made up for our registration counter for the next day.
We
sat and chatted till late in the night before we decided that we need to rest
for the next day.
Day 1
The
scene was set for the welcome of the hashers who started pouring in around
noon. It was a perfect setup. The early morning sun shone in parts where the
trees did not provide any shade. The hashers who were already there, enjoyed
the view of the valley as they binged on the variety that was on spread. Early
morning jokes did their rounds as butter knives were making their rounds on the
toast, juice glasses and tea/coffee cups lay next to each other, the fresh and
hot sausages still let out the smoke and smell, eggs to order with upma, poha,
sheera and corn flakes were served on the table.
At the chalet, the scene was electrifying.
Everynow and then you would hear a man or a woman shout ON! ON! and enter the
registration area to pick up their goodies bag and a very chilled can of
Kingfisher. They'd sign against their names and check for sizes. People greeted
each other and hugged in a way 2 siblings would if they were lost many years
ago and found each other, today. But it was like that in certain situations.
Most of the hashers who arrived on Friday were from other cities and had not
met each other in a while.
The
flag off...
The entire contingent gathered outside the
hotel reception, geared in whatever helped them run the run. The only
similarity was the t-shirts we were all wearing. Heads(other guests of
Sherwood) turned as people saw us do some crazy things. The hares for today
were Cockney Wanker, Fartashaty and
Harsh Doshi. The run took us from behind the Sherwood into a downward
winding road. There were already 3 checks within 15 mins of walking. The run
turned into a jungle trail with a lot of uphill and downhill climbing. It was
not tough, accept for one person, Narendra. Narendra had a fall on a rough but
flat terrain. The fall was nasty enough to chip the nail of his left pinky,
bruise the ring finger, break a finger bone and scrape both his legs. He got
lucky when the ubercool Sandra came to his rescue and attended him. That was it
for Narendra as, he turned around and headed back with Uncle Rambo, Zain and
other old wines.
For the rest of them, the run had just started.
The trail went from a peaceful off road and met a narrow road which turned
right to go to Wilson Point. Let's just say, you have to see it to know it,
that was the view from Wilson's Point.
The
FRB's and the SWF's: Hashers in some cities were
of the opinion that Bombay Hash does not take its runs seriously and there are
no good runners in the group. Shivaji proved them wrong. He was the first one
to finish the stretch, Beep-Beep, a well known, hardcore, runner, a not so
close 2nd. We realised that Bombay Hash does have, if not many, a few hard
runners.
Fubar and Cumagain were the last ones to finish
the run, and that too, they did not do the entire run. What they did do is,
they took all the false trails at every check point before they could go on the
right route, yes, EVERY FALSE TRAIL.
Back at Sherwood, there was a frenzy as Bonsai started giving out the 4th
t-shirt to the group. The open dining area was converted into a party zone. One
could see groups of people spread around the area based on the topic of
discussion. You could see Narendra doing a tribal dance of pain in another
corner.
The circle: RA Cockney Wanker, alongwith
Shamcock a.k.a Steve, a very senior hashers and the man who introduced Cockney
Wanker to hash, did a great round of icing and hash songs with deserving and
non deserving hashers. Lol
The background to the entire circle was the
light blue evening sky turning into an orange and then fading into a dark
night.
Post circle, everybody relaxed in their rooms
and got ready for the evening bash. The conference room of Sherwood was
converted into a part sitting area and a part dance floor. Just outside the
confy room was the dinner buffet with a sumptuous spread of everything one
would like.
Fubar was the DJ for the day. He played
requests which ranged from a Black Eyed Peas to Sheila ki Jawani, a La Bamba to
Yaar bina chain kahan re and a Dhagala lagli to Apadi podu. The music of the
evening showed the diversity, range and different sects of people who came
together to celebrate something so unique. I'd say, Hash is the melting pot of
India. The party went on till midnight.
After party went on till morning.
Day 2
The day of achievements
Today
was the highlight of the event. Today was the day when many a milestones were
to be set. The run today was at a 1 hour drive distance from Sherwood. It was
at this place called Tapola.
The
buses started filling up post lunch as everyone was excited about the run and
the post run happenings. They were not ready for the surprises that they had in
store once they reached.
The
bus ride to Tapola was only the beginning. Once there, the hashers had to jump
on board motor- boats which took them across the river to an island. The 10
minute ride was a memory in itself. The scenic beauty of the place was
breathtaking. The water was as clear as it could get. At a distance, on the
island, one could see white smoke rising in the air, as if the tribes were
speaking in ‘smoke’ language or whatever you call it. Once on the island, we
walked up to the entrance of this place called ‘Nature Trail’. It was a summer
camp for kids and included many activities like cycling, trekking, kayaking,
valley crossing, tree climbing and living in tents. The person responsible for
this place was Nilesh’s friend Chinmay. And Nilesh was responsible for getting
us this place.
We
were running behind schedule by an hour, however, the surroundings and the
climate made up for it. The run started just before noon and the hares ran in
directions as per their run preferences: short and long. The 3rd run
was for the senior hashers, a walk on the trail, as they couldn’t do the long
nor the short run. Nearly
26
people took the long route while the remaining continued on the short trail.
The run was hared by Shivaji, Narendra
and FUBAR. The long run took them to the highest point on the mountain,
then across the plateau and back down the other side. There was a point midway
where the long runners would have met the short runners as both the run joined
hands at a point.
