19 December 2012

Run # 442 Arundhati Bungalow


The same ol' story

By the end of the run every one understood why Cockney, in the morning, said that it is going to be the same run as the previous ones from this venue. 

A little history:
Arundhati runs have mostly been hared by Fubar and an accomplice. So far he has taught the marking trade to Beer Bong, Yamit and, this time, Shika. As much as Fubar would like to do something different, his will to get hashers a shady run and get them to their beer faster; gets the better of him.

So they ran the usual road from the bungalow into National Park, around the park and back on the road back to the bungalow. The local Indian cricket team waited for us patiently outside the bungalow. They wanted us to move the cars to a different location so that they could start their version of Gully cricket. Some entertainment. 

Surprisingly, a lot of hashers were praising Fubar's bum and that freaked a few others out. Fubar just decided to stand with his back facing the wall for the rest of the event. 

Hares Fubar and Shika were iced for  the not such a big effort but the virgins did enjoy the run. 

Virgins, a lot of them again, were iced and got a chance to speak as they introduced themselves to the rest of the family. 

New shoes: Nazia and Debu decided to wear new shoes for the run. Debu, it was an achievement for the virgin hasher. Not only does he drink beer off a piss pot on his first ever encounter with the hash, he also drinks beer off his left shoe. Yes, a little bit of beer donated from the tins of each and every hasher present there.

Biryani, this time, was provided by a different guy but tasted better than ever before. 

And the hashers went back home, happily ever after. 

Since, we wont be seeing each other before 2013, let me, Fubar, on behalf of the entire mismanagement team and all the hashers, wish all the hashers...

A HAPPY AND BEERFUL 2013.

Run # 441 Captain Crap Residence


 Daddy dear, Azeem, made an appearance for the first time after being promoted to the post of a DAD. Congratulations! There were more expats than locals in this chapter of the Bombay Hash. Overall, the turn out was pretty low on this run but it was it was the bad luck of the people who could not make it for the beautifully laid out trail by Shelby 'Captain Crap' himself. And what a colorful run it was. Yeah! Shelby marked the run with blue, yellow and pink and white chalk.

The run, divided in a run and a walk, 10km and 5kms respectively. The short run took us straight into a slum dwelling which further extended into a pig farm (to say, as that place was thronged with pigs). The marking was wonderful and kept us on the track as we emerged back on the Juhu Tara road and headed straight to the beach from where it was a long walk on the beach back to the beers. The scene was perfect. We parked ourselves on a big bump in the garden facing the sea and the wonderful sunset was the view. Chilled beers started popping as the orange sky turned dark. Eventually people got hungry and a call was made. Peperoni Pizzas by the beach was another delight. We filled our tummies and had a hearty laugh over the numerous jokes that were shared.

With a tummy full of beer and pizzas, hashers decided to call it a day at around 9pm and thinned away.

15 December 2012

Run # 440 Sunil Fadia farmhouse no. 2


When the 60 hashers came to know that Shivaji had hared the run, they already started dreading the long walk/ run in the heat (winter is still nowhere to be seen). Yes, Bombay is not particularly known for its winters but something is better than nothing.

Anyway, the hopes of the hashers were further crushed when no markings could be found after just 500 mts into the run. The hares said that the villagers took them off but I beg to differ. Between Shivaji haring it with Sunil Fadia and Sunil Fadia walking with his legs wide apart, it was evident that everything else but haring happened there. Lol

The other speculation was that Mr. Fadia has built all these farm houses from the money he saved on all the red tape. The run was LITERALLY marked with half a roll of tape.

Disappointing for the runners and a delight for the walkers, the 5 km run ended in an hour plus a few minutes. And everybody got chilled beer before they actually expected.

This was not the farm where we had run before. Sunil has 3 farms in the vincinity. This one was a cosy little place compared to the last one which had something we called a pool. This one didnt have water even but enough of shade to keep the sweat away and the beers flowing.

Somebody shouted GROUP PIC and everyone just gathered in one place. There were too many paparazzi's on this run. After a few seconds we got confused as to which camera to say cheese to.

Circle:

Virgins... There were one too many i'd say... Promising virgins ranging from architects to visiting hashers to photographers to engineers. Arindam (Pune hasher), Robin (Rambo no. 5's accomplice), Sandra plaza (birth mark lady), Cara, Pravin and Amit (architect) graced their butts on the ice.

Hares Shivaji and Sunil Fadia also left their bum prints on the ice... They were praised by a few for the short and sweet trail while collectively cursed by everyone for the rubbish marking. All in all, they were satisfied.

Omi and Selwyn thought they would get away with wearing new shoes. Hahaha... They were spotted and brought to justice as they gulped beer and water (Omi doesnt drink) from their left shoe.

Sunil Fadia was brought to the ice again and we couldnt thank him enough for providing the venue. We didnt want to really.

Following the circle, hashers behaved like humans, perhaps the only time they do, when they stood in line for the biryani.

Suddenly someone shouted, "Hashers,  don't throw your plates after you have eaten as we have less plates and we need to share them."

"Is that a prank?" Someone asked with an empty plate with a couple of chewed up bones in it. "Are you done eating?" I replied as I took the empty plate from him and stood in line myself.

On On

Run # 439 Country Club


It is proved that us BOMBAY HASHERS are a bunch of moody people. We decide what part of the run we do and what we skip. Which works well for all of us... any reason to get back to our beers earlier.

So, yes the turnout was low as our Sindhi and Gujju hashers decided to buy gold on the auspicious day of Dhanteras. But that did not dampen the spirits of the 20+  hashers who did show up for the run. 

The run, hared by Fubar and Shika, was a well marked affair. Getting out of Country Club and taking a walk on the infamous Four Bungalow, Seven Bungalow, Versova, the beach, Model town and back. The run started normal before we hit the Four Bungalow Junction. Chaos was then in order with the first phone call on Fubars phone asking, "Where the fuck is the marking?" To which the reply was, "Its right there you sober bastard."

A few hashers did, however decide to do the entire run and went onto the beach. Majority just decided to skip the beach as their cravings for beer got the best of them. Thus the markings were given a 'Go To Hell' tag andthey just headed back to the club. 

Beers started doing the rounds and Fubar felt so drunk that when Wandering Nuts made a public announcement, "There is a glass in a bottle, where is it?" he just went nuts trying to figure out what sense it made. (Infact he is still confused so any help would be appreciated). Conversations moved across tables and once could frequently hear the loud roars of uncontrollable laughters. Wailing Whackopedia had his moment with Ankit at a verbal vomit on Bombay vs Delhi. 

A certain Mr. Gaga suddenly walks up to Bonsai and says, "Thank You. I had fun today and I hope to see you again in the future runs. " Bonsai lost interest the moment he used a heavy phrase 'thank you'. (LOL)

So, after coughing up the bill amount, the hashers left the arena to do what they do best... GO HOME AND DRINK SOME MORE BEERS.

On On

Run # 438 Halloween Run


Orva society kids were scared out of their wits when they saw various artists at their gate gearing up for the Halloween run.

We had the likes of the masked Scream movie killer, a dracula, a couple of fairies, Slash (guitarist from GnR), a gothic boy with complete piercings and black nail polish, a man with his head in his hand and a butchers knife in another, twitter in human form and our very own Psy (Gangnam style) and Hollow Man were a few to name.

The run, hared by Cockney Wanker and Wailing Whackopedia was as good as it can get. It took us to the Bandra Station and onto the skywalk to the other side of Bandra (East). It was evident that we were looking scary as people would just turn around, look at our get ups and girls would literally scream in fear. The twist in the run was the Railway Coach yard that we got entry to (otherwise a highly restricted area for civilians). Hats off to the hares for showing us the really old railway coaches and engines. Fartashaty made a late appearance and caught up with the other walkers and MAN was he scary! The best costume for the evening I must say. People also saw a glimpse of Psy doing the steps of Gangnam style on the streets and Sole Seeker pulled out an amazing job.

So after circling Bandra East, Khar and back. The terrace of Cockney's house was bustling with activity. Beers kept pouring in and hashers just went crazier than thou.

Once back, we did do a group Gangnam style dance. Btw, Psy won the MTV EMA awards. :P

Circle:

Hares WW and CW were applauded for their fab run. No complaints whatsoever.

2 couples, one old and one new, were iced for having sex on the run... :P 
Anurag and Neha were caught in the act while Noodles and Fubar just wouldnt leave each other even for a second. They were put on the ice.

After a lot of group pics which have still not reached us to upload, the world famous biryani came out and we ate. 

Post that, some went home... some didnt... some couldnt.

Run # 437 Aman Lodge


September 30, 2012

5 little monkeys jumping on the bed
1 fell down and broke his head... 
some crap like that went down in Matheran on Saturday when a bunch of hashers decided to reach Matheran a day in advance. But we are not here to know what these few did to the monkeys. We are concentrating on the Sunday... THE Sunday, when a crazy bunch of people ran in the wilderness of Matheran. 

60 odd hashers turned up at the heritage 'Aman Lodge' bungalow belonging to our very own Abbasbhai. People, some on time and some fashionably late, arrived and started the run, the lonnnnnng run. It felt that this run was sponsored by Nissan to promote their caaaaaaaaaar, Sunny. 

It was a long run for sure but rest assured, the run took us to points in Matheran which no one visits even when they are on their leisure trip to his hill station of the monkeys. The run, starting from Aman Lodge took us into the wilderness and brought us at the Louisa Point... on on to Echo Point, Charlotte Lake through the back road of the market back to Aman Lodge. We clocked 3 hours of walking and were desperately craving beer by the end of it. And beer we got.

The circle-

It was obvious that the hares would have a tough time cos of the long run, but no one complained a lot. Though long, it was shady enough for people to finish it without breaking a lot of sweat. There was a mix of yuhu's and boo's but overall, the run was enjoyed by each and everyone. Success for hares Baby Dick, Leaky Faucet and Gimme More.

Virgins: Oh my God so many of them! I cannot even remember most of the names so I am going to name the few that I remember. 
So there was Vandana (singer), Deepak (Businessman), Yogesh Shetty (Restaurant Owner), Ketan and Ami with their kids (relative of Cumagain and Neha) and Shika (dentist) were a few amongst others. 

New Shoes: Pranita, Sandeep and Fubar were next on the ice. This is the 3rd time that Fubar drank beer off his new shoes (filled with red sand) in Matheran. The left shoe for all 3 were out and people generously poured beer in them for them to relish. You must try it, 'Beer and red sand go well together'.

No charges surprisingly, however, some hungry hashers had already started binging on the lovely biryani. Thanks to Nihar for getting the biryani in the absence of Bonsai.

Run # 434 Huseni Farm


Everything was silent and serene in Karjat and then...
A bus filled with 36 crazy hashers and a driver pulled up the road that leads to Huseni's farm and the scene changed. The scene was scenic but the sounds changed. 
"It is the gate to the right."
"Hashers come on we are getting late."
"Its okay we will cover up with our flash speed running."
"Hahaha, What a joke."
"Where is my beer."
"Let the run get over asshole."
"Who just farted."
(Everyone in sync) "Farty Farty Farty Farty."
"Oops, I just stumbled over something I couldnt see."
Bonsai, "Idiots, its me."

Mr. Huseni, the star of the day, was also present at the venue for a little while. A real superstar cheer is what he got from the hashers. 

The run was hared by Mr. Fadia, Shivaji and 'U No C Me' Bonsai. It was almost same as the last run... only thing... it was the other way around... :P
And accidents were galore. Ramnik had a nasty fall and his knee would just not stop bleeding. Aryaman fell once and so did Sanghamitra and a few others. The run, as any Huseni run, was a superb blend of moss covered, super slippery stones, weird climbs through narrow pathways, streams and the amazing view. 

The 8 odd km run took around 2 hours for everyone to come back to their beers. Slight drizzles kept the mood high and the beers flowing. 
The circle welcomed a huge number of virgins who etched their bum prints on the ice. 
The hares were applauded for the brilliant run through the widerness.
Frisbee games were going on on the side and kept a lot of hashers active.
Fubar gave Rambo No. 5 company by joining the sarong gang. Its amazing how hashers, who attended the Interhash, have these beautiful sarongs but dont use them. 
Hash Fash sold a few t-shirts to the ones who didnt have it or lost it on a clothesline. 

The Biryani Incident: As always, the biryani for the hashers was ordered on Friday and was due delivery on Sunday morning. When Shining leaves on Sunday morning with hopes of smelling fresh biryani in the car; he reaches there only to find that the shutters of the biryani joint are down and the owner is nicely sleeping. The owner actually forgot about the order and realised it on Sunday morning when Shining went to pick delivery. Then what? He pulled up his socks and got at it right away. As a result, Shining had to wait there while the biryani was being made and ferry it to Karjat once ready. This caused a slight delay in the arrival of the Biryani BUT it also meant more beers for the hashers before they could binge on the yummylicious food.

With biryani floating inside beer bellys, hashers realised they had too much to digest and called it a day.

NOTE: This is a very serious announcement for the hashers who take the bus service to come for the runs. We would like to remind you that Cumagain and Fartashaty slog their asses out to make sure that you conveniently reach the run venue and dont have to worry about drinking and driving OR not drinking cos you have to drive. They do this out of pure love and dedication for the hash and the hashers. It was noticed in the last run that their dedication and hard work was taken for granted by a few hashers. 

When we plan a bus for the hashers, we have to consider every minute detail. We have to consider picking hashers from various locations and keep in mind the time it would take to cover a long distance. This is why the pick up points and the halts enroute are fixed and timed. It was noticed that in this run, the bus halted at Mac Donalds so that ladies can use clean washroom services. However, it was clearly announced that no one should sit and have breakfast at Mac D as a vada pav stop was arranged so that everyone in the bus gets to have breakfast. However, a few hashers wasted everybody elses time by nicely enjoying meals and beverages at Mac Donalds  while others waited for them at the bus.

It is not fair on the hashers who patiently waited there inspite of being hungry. 

As mentioned, we are doing this for your convenience BUT if you have to take misadvantage of the service, we will be forced to deny you this service in the future. Please do not give us oppurtunity to be harsh and rude. We love your company at the events but not at the cost of many other hashers. 

A big thank you to Cumagain and Fartashaty for organising and executing this wonderful service without any personal profits or interests. 

Run # 433 Red Box



Looking at the climate that evening, we thought it would really pour down on the run. But, the rain gods are still not favoring us. Some of us have really started to believe that Wailing Whackopedia is really jinxed. Whenever, he attends a run, it stops raining. :P

So, Red Box... there was a slight confusion with the location what is Red Box now was previously Bora Bora. But hashers know how to find the right way... The run, set by Bonsai and Screwed driver was a delightful trail through the streets of Bandra. It covered major hang out locations and also passed Late. Kaka's (Rajesh Khanna's house), the entire Carter Road stretch end to end. A few foodie hashers also got to indulge on the trail. Yes! Fartashaty, Wailing Whackopedia, Yamit, Nihar and Fubar indulged in burgers at Herschey Bakery.

Red Box had a special long table arranged for us where all the hashers gathered and took full advantage of the 2 + 1 Happy Hour rates. Merry conversations at the table and outside, in the smoking section, kept everyone occupied.

The event ended at around 9 post which a small bunch stayed back at Red Box while others drove towards their shelters and some went for an afterparty.

No circle was conducted due to venue restrictions as in all evening runs.

On On

Run #432 Karnala


'In the middle of somewhere'

Date: 29/07/2012

Yes! The hashing family is growing. Growing in numbers and in popularity. It is evident looking at the way people get converted into hashers run after run. This Sunday was no different. We have evolved from a few hasher's coming in a car to a bus load of hashers who enjoy being with each other. Yes, 25 hashers arrived in style in a bus at the run venue. We do not have a name of the bungalow where we ran from. Porus has temporarily given us the liberty to call it what we want (so name suggestions are welcome).
Dinesh and Sanjay pulled out the tedious and difficult task of putting together 25 hashers + 2 canines, to confirm, pay and come in the bus. The whole thing was organised and executed in 2 days flat. We did go slightly offtrack as the bus arrived nearly an hour late, but knowing us hashers, we made a good time out of it with chai and bun maska at an Irani restaurant in Dadar.

The run: OMG is the word we are looking for here. Baby Dick, Wreckless and Leaky Faucet moved heaven and earth to give us this fabulous countryside experience. The run started and ended on the road. Everything else in between was vast fields, mucky paths, narrow clearings, flowing water, stone walls and barbed wire fences. The rain kept visiting every few minutes to keep us company. The 7 km stretch was as good as it can get. Yup, some people did have nasty falls. Najma fell twice but fell on soft as muck muck. Sanghamitra fell once while climbing the wall, as a result of which, we pulled down the wall slightly. Fubar and Dexter crawled under the barbwire fence and Fubar scratched his back. We also managed to capture a beautiful green coloured beetle on the trail. On the way back, Sanghamitra again managed to fall flat on a flat surface, this time thanks to Dexter. :-P

Most new comers and some fairly seasoned hashers ended up doing the short run and missed out on scenic run. But the beers by KF made sure they didn't feel bad about it. Beers and conversations kept flowing smoothly. Virgins blended with the seniors very well and made themselves feel at home. Hashers spontaneously posed for pics whenever they saw the lens and thus, Ashutosh ended up with a database of more than 500 pics for this run. 

Circle:

Hares: Baby Dick, Wreckless and Leaky Faucet pulled out a rabbit out of the hat with this wonderful experience. I do not think any one had any complains regarding the trail, the markings or the overall experience.

Virgins: This is another long list. Anuradha, Tameem, Saheba, Diane, Heidi, Saumya, Mandira, Sanghamitra, Rashesh, Rajib and Samir happily sat on the ice and drank their beers from the piss-pots and got accustomed to the cultural ways of the hash. A few of them also shared their experiences on the run and other things relative.

New shoes: Anikets' shoe got the holy treatment. Yes! He wore new shoes to the run and we made the shoe drink some beer and then got Aniket to drink beer from the shoe.

Ashutosh was joined on the ice by Baby Dick and Gimme More. When we asked him why was he on the ice, he said, "I just wanted to cool off my butt.". Valid point.

Up next was Libertab who was pulled onto the ice by Cockney Wanker on an English - Spanish debate... everyone was a winner by the end of it. 

So the circle was over and the virgins enjoyed the Hash Anthem and all the actions that we do during the anthem. The Biryani was consumed and everyone thinned away with happy memories of the run.  

Run # 430 Thakoor Estate


Bombay Hash officially welcomed the monsoons at Thakoor Estate on Sunday. Wondering if it would be a disaster like last year (for the people who dont know; we ran from Thakoor Estate last year hoping that it would rain, but it never did), we had our fingers crossed until  we saw dark clouds slowly gaining on us.
The run, hared by Shivaji and Sunil Fadia, was a delight for runners and walkers alike. The run started on a patch of road and soon turned into an off road frenzy. Two runs, short and long, were marked in yellow and red respectively. Though many hashers complained that they did not see much tape in the villages (there was actually none), we believed their story of the conspiracy by the villagers. Sunil claimed that he did mark the village, however, he stated that the villagers might have removed them. He was finally caught red handed when Fubar discovered and unused yellow tape roll from him. Accused and Guilty! Getting lost is a part of the whole hashing experience and front runners made sure that they got lost on more than one occasion.
Apart from that minor glitch in the village, the run was a wonderful delight. The rain played its part pretty well and showed no signs of stopping. The view from certain places was breath taking. Also, we were accompanied on the run by a goat. She just came and disappeared at her own will.
After the delightful 9 kms of run and rain, we were bound to pounce on all the cold beer that filled the buckets. Bonsai explained, and so truly, the benefits of actually being a real hasher and not just being a pretty (and sometimes ugly) face in the group. We all got a much needed lesson on ‘The importance of haring.
The O…
Shivaji and Sunil: Wonderful job on the run (we will ignore the lack of tape). A down down was in order.
Now, the list of first timers is long. Anna, Bharat, Mohit, Udhav, Bobby,  Ashutosh, Ankit, Aadil (Azeems father), Daniel (Azeems brother) and Henry lost virginity under the rain and on the ice. Ashutosh and Henry had come for the evening run but they were iced on this run.
Mohit was iced for discussing business with BH3. Apparently, he wanted BH3 to fill in a survey. “Mr. Mohit, we do not allow business talks on the run.”
Rajbir decided he had lived a happy life for a long time and wanted some suffering. So he got engaged. Half married, he was put on the ice. Jokes apart, Congrats Mr. Rai.
Azeem also got iced. His testicles froze. Achievement: By the end of 2012, Azeem Zainulbhai will be referred to as, “Daddy” Zainulbhai. Congrats! we have a hasher in the making.
Announcement: Vikram was christened in Interhash… He will now be reffered to as, “Beer Bong”
Post circle: People who like only Biryani stood under the shed and ate while people who needed more gravy got it in the form of rain water.
On! On! till the next run.
P.S:
For all the virgins who do not know the hash songs and the hash anthem, your search stops here:
Heres to them:
Here’s to them, They are blue, they are hashers through and through
They are hashers so they say, and they’re never going to heaven in a long long way… (Drink it down down down…. )
Why were they born:
Why were they born so beautiful, why were they born at all,
They’re no fucking use to anyone, they’re no fucking use at all… (Drink it down down…)
Hash anthem:
Swing low, sweet chariot… Coming forth to carry me home (2 times)
I looked over Jordan, and what did I see… Coming forth to carry….
A band of angels… coming after me… Coming forth to carry…
Actions to be used while singing the anthem:
Coming : Masturbation
Forth: 4 fingers
to: 2 fingers
home: hands over ur head, as if showing a home.
(guys, it is recommended that you lubricate ur palm before u masturbate to avoid rashes) :P

Run # 429 ARC



Wailing Whackopedia on the way to the run said, “Its raining now, but I guess by the time we reach ARC it will stop.” And it was raining cats and dogs as me and Wandering Nuts wondered how the hell would the automatic wiper start in the car?

And as said by Whacko, the moment we got out of the parking lot at ARC, it stopped raining, just like that. So it was obvious that we ended up cursing him throughout the run.
It did stop raining, however, hashers kept pouring in by the numbers and we were a good bunch when the run started. Hared by the infamous duo Bonsai and Shining, the run took us through the never ending roads of SoBo. It was a shitty trail, at some spots, literally. But overall, it took us on a round trip around Mahalaxmi and Bombay Central.
The 9km trail ended inside ARC and the trail of beers and hard drinks began. Bombay Hash is now becoming a melting pot; so many people from different parts of the world come together and share more than words over drinks. If you walk through the hash group, you will hear more than 1 foreign language or a new version and accent very prominently. BH3 also educates hashers on various cultures… :P
So, after a lot of beers, rums, whiskey and ‘whatever your poison is’ followed by pizzas and various starters through the evening, hashers left the venue in the black of the night.

Run # 428 Arundhati Bungalow



The Minimalistic tape run.
Sanjay Gandhi National Park, a city within the jungle called Bombay. A city where the buildings are replaced by lush green trees and the humans are replaced by the various forms of wildlife there can be. Humans are considered to be the stray animals that come to the city and wander around and scavenge till they are tired and then hibernate.
Thanks to the proximity of the park to Arundhati Bungalow, we get to be visitors to this quiet place more often than never. Last Sunday was no different. 30 hashers gathered at the bungalow in the morning, warming up to the silent sun. The locals of that area, upon seeing us realized that the shit was going to hit the roof. One lad walks up to Fubar and suggests him appropriate parking spaces for us so that we do not hinder their gully cricket match.
The run was the exact same as the last time. Too bad we cannot explore the restricted area of SGNP as we would love to do it someday. The entire run was marked with less then less red tape markings. National Park has the advantage of blocking out the sun in most places thanks to the thick cloud of the tree leaves. Most FRB’s took advantage of it and ran all the way to Kanheri Caves and back. Kanheri Caves is 7 kms from the main gate. Most hashers who did not do the longest trail were asked to climb the slope leading to Gandhi Memorial and then take the steps back down… Betty and Karsten decided to have a little adventure trip… they disappeared after reaching Kanheri Caves and after the search and rescue attempts failed… we realized that they had somehow teleported straight to the bungalow. What they did in the caves is gonna be a mystery.
We also featured in the Indian Express, rather, the Sunday Express and Karsten and Libertad got free publicity out of the article… lol… Beers and conversations followed as usual.
The circle was conducted by Rambo No. 5 as Cockney Wanker, who always does the longest run in this area, was woozy due to the heat and all the running. He rested in the bed room and came back with a bang after a while.
Hares: Fubar and Yamit were iced. Hashers complained about the almost zero markings and that the run was marked using a crotch rocket… they downed the beers.
Libertad and Alok were iced cos they decided to come late again. They did do the run, well a part of it, before they came to the bungalow.
All the hashers participating in the inter hash were brought to the ice and cheered Bon Voyage.
Vivek was christened… His ever so secret entries and a quite and unnoticed appearance creeped us… we named him ‘MUTED NINJA’
pOST RUN: FYI… the party did not stop there… post run, a gang of notorious hashers continued the party at Wandering Nuts residence… the mischief was managed by Wandering Nut, Fubar, Joseph, Alok, Libertad, Betty, Karsten and Yamit. We were later joined by another friend of WN… Mohan bhaiya (the man Fryday) treated us with some gravy rice… sumptuous. The party went on till late evening.
On ! On !

Run # 426 Sunil Fadia farmhouse


rUN # 426… s. fADIA fARMHOUSE
This one cropped out of nowhere. Mr. Fadia makes a comeback after a log exile, comes for a couple of runs and then offers us his farm-house for a run. Man, were we glad that we know him now… LOL!
So when we realized that him and Shivaji had hared the run, we knew that the day had only just began. The run, no wait, the heat got to us and we were panting and crawling our way to the start line (which is also our finish line). It was like a 9 minute walk in hell. Eventually the hell walk brought us to the gates of heaven, BEER haven actually. The dip pool had surprisingly chilled water in the pool. All we could think of doing was, chilled beer in hand and relieving sessions in the dip pool. :-P
It was also one of days where no one cracked jokes that started
with, “There was once an Italian, an American, a Russian, French, Spanish and an Indian…” because it wouldn’t be a joke anymore. It would be Bombay Hash Run # 426 and everybody would want to be a part of it. Yes! we had 50 different shades of skin running in the wilderness, beer sipping and pool dipping.
1. Shivaji and Mr. Fadia got some wah wah’s and boo boo’s for the trail. They took whatever they were given and emptied the piss-pots.
2. Virgins: Now! you were too many of you and I was equally drunk. I am gonna write the names of each and every one of you… Here goes… Alok, Libertad, Joseph, Karsten, Betty, Elisabetta, Auriele, Kim, Greg, Mannju, Sumitan Kaushal, Kaayy See, Shruti, Vandita, Ronald, Henry, Rajbir, Amar Ranu and Laurie came, they sat on the ice, they introduced themselves and then they drank from the piss pots.
3. Patricia Victor, the victim, was caught wearing new shoes and she was asked to drink beer of the Holy Shoe… she carried out the activity with passion.
4. Mr. Fadia was iced and he announced another 2 venues whose gates would be open for us whenever we need… Kudos.
Virgins watched as others sang the much destroyed sign version of Swing Low Sweet Chariot. Following the anthem, some queued up for the biryani while others jumped into the dip pool and continued drinking. The drinkers left long after the other hashers left. 

12 December 2012

Run # 418 ARC


ARC, Mahalaxmi

What a start to 2012!

BH3 started the year with a bang at the evening run at ARC. The 10 km run (9.97 to be precise) was a walk on concrete taking us through the famous hangouts in South Bombay. I will not discuss the run much as I have attached the map for the lesser fortunates to see.

Many of our regular hashers could not make it to the run as they were still in the New Year celebration mood. But those who managed did have a gala event. Yani and Cumagain were fashionably late but eventually caught up with the rest of the bunch.

Vishruta, some good news for you... we welcome apna purana Vikram back with a full moustache and all... hes finally a man... lol

Vikram also brought another friend whose name is pretty difficult to remember but will be referred to as Dabanng it comes very close to it. Dabanng was a smart virgin who pretended to get lost on the trail, did some window shopping at Pheonix Mills and decided to come back to the beer. Naughty naughty!

Inside ARC, the entire air-condition section was occupied by hashers who gathered around in a circle and started pulling each others legs.

Visiting from Hyderabad were Priti aka Fangs and Stan aka Dick and... something, I forgot... lol. They were once having sex on the run and were punished for life... they are now together. Priti was very excited knowing that ARC sold Old Monk at Rs. 20 for a small peg. So much that at one point she said, “I want the 20 rupees wala Old Monk.” Everyone bursted into a laughter at that. Soon Stan followed suite.

The circle was conducted by Shelby and Bonsai. Yes! Since there was no one apart from the hashers in the AC section we got the liberty of doing a circle and making some noise. A few free beers were distributed and that turned Priti on... come on... cheap rum and then free beer.... more than a reason for an orgasm... lol

We could have sat there forever, however, all good things come to an end. The captain finally asked us to leave.

Coming up:

15th January: BH3 members prepare for the booster stalls for the Standard Chartered Mumbai Marathon. If any hasher is interested in knowing what that is, or, wants to be a part of it... please get in touch with anyone from the mismanagement. The more the merrier.

All the best to Shivaji, Screwed Driver and Sole Seeker for the 21km half marathon.

Until then

ON! ON!


Run # 416 Aman Lodge, Matheran


11 December, 2011

Aman Lodge,
Matheran.

Has Aman Lodge been declared a ‘Heritage House’ yet? If not, then it should be declared that with immediate effect. The place is a sight for soar eyes I tell you. I guess anyone and everyone knows Aman Lodge throughout Neral and Matheran.

Bombay Hash is getting recognized there as well, and why not? The big slabs of ice in the parking lot at Dasturi talk tales of the hash. Even in Neral, when Fubar was roving around looking for a tempo to haul the ice from Neral to Dasturi, a tempo driver walked up to him asking, “Do you need to take the ice up to Dasturi?” Fubar wondered how he’d guessed that. Upon questioning, it dawned that he heard someone saying that I was looking at a pick up to carry the ice from the factory and he came with a truck. It turned out that he was the same person who hauled our ice, the last 2 occasions and hence knew us.

The run started late by an hour as it was a task to get the ice through the gates of Matheran inside the gates of Aman Lodge. Baby Dick and Hormuz announced the run and off we went. The run went through fields and narrow pathways, alongside properties and valleys, through the bushes and uphill and downhill, along the rail tracks and through some very scenic spots. It was a very pleasant walk into the wild. We were also accompanied by Tiger (the canine at Aman Lodge) and a baby goat somewhere along the path. Fartashaty was on a role today as he kept freaking Sreekar out. He first hid behind a tree and pounced on Sreekar and then again freaked him out at another spot. Sreekar kept referring to him as a 5 year old kid.

The run had to be cut short after a point as it was already getting late and we still had to cover an hours distance to complete the full run. Hence after covering around 6 kms we decided to take the shortest route back to Aman Lodge.

There were some elections going on in Matheran due to which it was dry day throughout. But that would not stop the hashers from drinking their beer on the hash, right? (Well, somewhere during the event, a cop came into the property to check and was happily on his way back when bribed with a couple of Kingfishers... he was a hasher for the time he held onto to the chilled can.)

The circle:

Hares: Baby Dick and Leaky Faucet did an excellent job with the supplies of chalk that they had. They utilised it to show us a part of Matheran which we had otherwise not seen. They also made attempts to keep it long but simple, however, due to time constraints the run had to be cut short for the walkers to reach back on time to their beers... How thoughtful.

Virgins: This is the last time that we are honouring virgins on the ice. After many thoughts it was implemented that a person should be given honours of the ice only if he returns to hash again and again. Now, in the first impression of the hash there are only 2 conclusions; you either like it or you do not like it. So coming forth (run 417 onwards) only two timers (a person who returns to the hash for the 2nd run) will be allowed to sit on the holy slab (the ice you idiots).
Last time lucky for this run though were iced and sang for as they downed their Kingfishers from the piss pots.

Visiting hashers from Pune were next on the ice. Sreekar very nicely renamed themselves from visiting pune hashers to Junior Bombay Hashers. Alongwith him on the ice were Anurag, Tapan and Sunny.

Screwed Driver was the only brave hasher who actually completed the entire trail which was set by the hares. He deserved the cold seat and a piss pot full of beer. What and achievement!

Fubar was asked to sit on the ice on behalf of Abbas as a venue sponsor... I guess it was the second time that Fubar was asked to do that... Abbas bhai might as well name the property to him... :-P
Joining him on the ice was Osama who could not control his emotions for the sexy FUBAR and started molesting him before the down down.

Zafar, Cockney and Abbas (on Cockney’s lap) were also on the ice as hashers insisted the original venue sponsor to be on the ice in some form or the other. The form was Cockney’s lap.

We had to acknowledge Kingfisher for their undying support to the hash. Since, this time, we did not have a Dr. Mallya look alike with us, we got Joseph on the ice... someone said he looked like the Kingfisher bird.

Up next was Sing a Sex Song on the ice, AGAIN. It seems the hashers are still not happy with the hash name that has been given to Jaideep. Someone suggested that we name him ‘1-800- Sing a sex song’. Pretty soon, there came pouring a million suggestions of names for him. By the end of it, hashers were so confused that they put it on hold till the next run to name him. Thus, as of now, Jaideep is still sing a sex song.

While all this was going on our very own Frenchman Pierre decided to acknowledge and share his experience with the warmth and love shown by the hashers at Bombay Hash. Earlier in the morning, Pierre and his friends wandered about the red sand streets of Matheran as they could not find Aman Lodge. Shivaji rolled up his sleeve and walked the entire length of the hill station until he could find them and bring them in. He also accompanied them on the entire run to make sure they are back safe. Shivaji was brought on the ice and thanked for the selfless act.

With that we concluded the circle and after a hymn of the National Hash Anthem, cued up for the biryani and then cued up at the parking lot with their cars facing the downhill slope of the Matheran valley.

On! On!


P.S. :- A merry Christmas and a very very happy and prosperous new year to all our hashers across the globe. See you in 2012, if not before. ON ON!

Baby Dick announcing the run: http://youtu.be/FIlSL4X8oxM

Run # 415 Casa de Naysa, Pune


Casa de Naysa
Pune

Thursday

Cumagain and Fubar arrive at the bungalow to oversee preparations and arrangements for the much awaited Saturday evening run. Arrangements of food, chilled beer and alcohol were made and the music system was set up on Thursday. A trail was also set on Thursday. The night was spent checking compatibility with the climate in Pune which, at around 2 am dropped down as low as 14 degrees.

Friday

Lady luck arrived in the form of Naysa, Neha ascorted by Aryaman in the evening. They were followed by Bonsai, Shining and Screwed Driver and minutes later by Sing a Sex Song obliged us on the terrace for drinks and dinner and chats and the chill and the awesome ‘out of nowhere’ appearance of the orange moon.

Hustle Bustle Saturday

Hashers started pouring in one after the other post mid day. By 2 pm the bungalow was an active place in the society with various chats over snacks and tea. As the sun started its descend in the West, the hashers started the run, hared by Cumagain and Fubar. The run took them out of the society on paved roads and then diverted into fields full of dried grass and thorns. After a good 45 mins in the country side it brought the hashers back onto a highway which led them  back to their Kingfisher Blue. And what surprise was in store for them when they returned. The sun had almost disappeared behing the Sahyadri mountains and the sky was tingy orange. The whole bungalow was lit up with colourful lights and the beats of the music could be heard right at the gate (which was a couple of hundred meters away from the bungalow).
In a matter of minutes the bungalow was busy with activity again as hashers formed small chat groups and spread across the length and breadth of the bungalow. There were conversations in the lawn, in the hall, on the terrace outside in the parking area and the beers kept flowing. Lovely lady Neha got busy making sure that the maharaj and the household help kept the starters moving out of the kitchen and moving in the stomachs of the hashers who just couldn’t stop binging on the lovely starters courtesy chef Neha... Finger Licking Good.
The circle was a fun and entertaining event. The hares were appreciated and booed for the excellent run and the thorny patch respectively.
Virgins were iced as they introduced and welcomed themselves in the family.
Screwed Driver was iced for wearing new shoes and he obliged by drinking holy beer from the holy shoe.
Hosts Dinesh, Neha, Naysa and Aryaman were next on the ice. We couldn’t have thanked them more for the hostility... oops... hospitality that they showered upon us. We thanked them for pampering us with so much affection and passion and stuffing us with such yummy food. Truly, they opened the doors to their house, their hearts and their beer filled refrigerators.
Beer reminds of one more entity that we were thankful to... KINGFISHER.
And we were glad to have a Dr. Vijay Mallya lookalike with us. Yes, our very own Dippy Ghosh was a complete Mallya lookalike with the French beard and the long wavy hair. He was put on the ice on behalf of KINGFISHER and we sang for him too.

At around midnight, a surprise cake was brought in to celebrate the birthday of our very own GM, Ketki Shah aka Bonsai and the super sexy Katy aka Gimme More. This was followed by a night full of music and masti and alcohol and games until the wee hours of the morning.

Sunday

Sunday morning was a chilled out affair in the lawn as we spread ourselves across the green grass and enjoyed a sumptuous breakfast consisting of a variety of eatables and juices and hot beverages. By noon, hashers started their journey back to the city of God.

Thanks to Dinesh and Neha for hosting a wonderful weekend. Hope to enjoy many more such weekends in Casa d Naysa.

ON! ON!  ON! ON!  ON! ON!  ON! ON!


Run # 414 Cerveza



Once again living up to its standard of showing its hashers new and unique places in and around town, the hash ran from this joint ‘Cerveza’ right at Kala Ghoda in South BOMBAY...
This joint is a godsend for beer loves as they stock the liquid gold from all across the globe. So many beers to choose from that even their beer menu is a big booklet.
As it would be on any Sunday evening, Kala Ghoda was deserted (an otherwise business locality busy with the corporate hustle bustle on weekdays made the place feel like a private property.
The run, hared by father son duo, Shining and Screwed Driver, was a simple yet entertaining tour of South Bombay. Covering the major areas like Fashion Street, Fountain, Marine Drive, Nariman Point and Mantralaya, the run brought us back to Cerveza well in time to enjoy various beers in their happy hours.
Major discussions post run were the plans and preparations for the much awaited run in Pune at Dinesh and Neha’s bungalow in Pune.
After multiple rounds of beers and starters, a few headed back while a few stayed back for some more.

Run # 411 Arundhati Bungalow



  
Arundhati Bungalow
Borivali East

This place is like a sequel to Huseni’s Farm. This is our favourite venue to run from for many a good reasons. 1. Its proximity to the only jungle on this planet which is located right in the heart of the city, 2. The serenity whilst walking in the woods, the live cricket match by the local chaps and 3. The amazing hospitality provided to us.

These are amongst the many more reason why we love to run from Arundhati Bungalow.

There are some however, who are, either, jinxed in a really screwed up manner or just too smart and witty. One such hasher is our very own Bandra boy Romel. This was a trend that I noticed on run. Romel would come for the run, be fashionably late for that matter and then would fart out and disappear mid way through the run and never come back. It’s happened with him twice in the past many runs.... out of which he has attended only those 2 (he did hare one so that makes it 3).

INCIDENT 1: We had an evening run from Radio Club. The run starts at 1700 hrs and I get a call at 1735 from Romel asking me what he must do now that he reached late. I informed him to join the other hashers and a particular point and start the run with them. He does that and runs into me at a spot where I was standing. He has a friend with her who got screwed by her secretary as she got confused between a RUN and a FTV parade... lol. Anyway, at around 1900 hrs when everyone is back, Romel calls me and says that he is chickening out as the lovely lady’s PENCIL HILL running sandals broke.... hahahahahahaha
It was hysterical

INCIDENT 2: Even on this run, he arrived fashionably late and started the run from the main entrance of the National Park when it was supposed to be from Arundhati Bungalow. This time he brought another friend along and was determined to finish the run and enjoy the post run ceremonies. However, the reason why he was late was cos some thug decided to pick his pocket. Anyway, just towards the end of the run, his phone rang again, and this time it was the cops. They called to let him know that the thug was found and that he had to go to the station to claim lost goods. So, he left the run midway and went back.

Anyway, the run was hared by Fubar and Vikram and perfection was the goal. The run was recorded on GPS and we got fine details as the highest altitude, distance covered, average speed and the actual route. Check this link out: http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?msa=0&msid=206603321695953442271.0004add44cfdc59ecaa47
The overall run averaged 15 kms (longest), 13 (longer), 11 (long) and 8 kms (normal)...

Anyway, there were a lot of variations in the order of runners on this run. Of course, Cockney Wanker was leading the pack and was the only one to do the longest run amongst the entire lot. Apart from that, Baby Dick and Jaideep were also amongst the people who decided to run for a change. Well, Baby Dick ran for obvious reasons, Gimme More was not present for the run and Baby Dick thought that he would run back to his darling... only to realise that he was running back only to his beer.

The gully cricket outside the bungalow was a good entertainment for us. It felt as if we were sitting in the VIP lounge watching the Sachin’s and Warne’s of Gully Cricket belting out some awesome sport. Of course the attention span there was very less as and how more Kingfisher Blue’s went down the throats. Newcomers were wondering why the blocks of ice were placed where they were while the seasoned hasher didn’t even look at the ice till it was not required. Osama’s snacks were missed but subtly replaced by peanuts and other form of snacks by hashers.

RA Cockney Wanker was back in action for this run. The hares, Vikram and Fubar, were appreciated for the well laid trail, though it was pointed out that the runs from NP are usually the same trail every time. Well, there is a reason why nothing new can ever be done at National Park... the reason... THE JINXED DAM

THE STORY OF THE JINXED DAM

This was the 2nd time that I, Fubar, was a hare at National Park. I have always tried hard to make the run as exciting as possible, which is why we have always made arrangements to make the hashers cross this small little dam which falls a few hundred meters from the main gate. We were nearly successful once, not so much the other time.

The first time we crossed it while recce was a successful event. We managed to do it without any hassles. The water level was not so high. However, it rained cats and dogs the night before the run and the dam crossing had to be cancelled as the water was flowing over the DAMN DAM.

The 2nd attempt was in this run. The water was flowing over the dam just enough to wet the shoes. I was not keen on getting my shoes wet for the rest of the run so Vikam, the martyr, decided to walk the plank... STEP 1, STEP 2, STEP 3, SKID, FLY, BOOM... down went Vikram. I was already rolling on the ground LMAO. Lucky that the tall ass fell on the dam and not in the lake or in the ditch on either sides.

Now you know THE STORY OF THE JINXED DAM...

Up next were the virgins. Patricia (Fubar’s victim), Himanshu (Romel’s victim), Shreyasi (Ramnik’s victim) and Neha (my mother in law... lol) imprinted their butts on the ice.

Cockney Wanker was iced for being the only person to complete the longest run of the day.

Jaideep was iced and after much speculations, he was finally christened ‘Sing a tell song’ considering something which i don’t remember (guys i was sloshed)

Venue and beer sponsors, Vilas and Kingfisher were iced and were thanked for putting up with us ONE MORE TIME.

The climax is always the same... we drank our beers, ate our biryani’s and thinned out.

PS: GUYS GET YOUR HALLOWEEN COSTUMES OUT FOR THE RUN ON 30TH OCTOBER... ITS THE NIGHT OF LIT PUMPKINS AND DEVILS AND MERMAIDS AND EVERYTHNG FROM THE FANTASY WORLD....

Run # 409 Huseni Farm


“Yeh Run Khoon Mangta hai” (This run seeks blood)

Well, not just blood, this run also asked for broken fingers, bones, skull and ribs. Yes, the excitement of Huseni run is still alive and year after year, Huseni stands up to it expectation and gives us the most amazing run climate year after year.
It makes for a perfect Sunday morning, the drive to Karjat. Though the night before we were equally happy and worried; happy cos it was raining like crazy which meant that the climate on the run would be awesome, worried cos the rain also led to flooded roads which would make it difficult to reach the venue. But if the rains thought they could dampen our spirits... they only managed to drench the tyre of our cars.
Once at Huseni’s, Wreckless started the tedious task of covering all the protruding pipes with bricks to make sure that no one tripped over them.
The run, was a differently set trail this time by Shivaji and Romel. Shivaji has found a new way of evading work... he gets new hashers to hare the runs with him and then makes them do the whole marking while he sits back and watch them work and drool... lol. The run took us through the village first, where we FRB’s blindly ran behind Vikram who was apparently running on his own.

Accident # 1: Vikram led the pack while Organ Grinder, Screwed Driver and Fubar (Surprsied??? Yes, you read it correct... FUBAR!!!) followed closely behind. Suddenly Screwed Driver heard a loud thump and turned around. Fubar was lying on the ground after running into a horizontal iron rod holding a big water tank. He banged his skull so hard that he blacked out for a few seconds.

Further down, the run took us through a major mishap. After we crossed the hares and entered the country side, we ran in circles for another half an hour, thanks to the brilliant, non visible marking. (This proves the theory of Shivaji and the new hares).
Eventually, we found the little red b@$t@rd stuck to a barbed wire in one corner where even the hares would not have found it. It led us on top of the mountains to the view of some amazing waterfalls, and we also crossed right through several flowing streams some of which had a real harsh current.

Accident # 2: Now, the whole trail was super slippery and we realised it the hard way. Vikram slipped on rock and hurt his finger; a few metres down the road we realised that his hand was actually bleeding.

Accident #3: 5 minutes after Vikram’s fall was the turn of another hasher who slipped and injured his shoulder. He didn’t realise it straight away but it turned out that he fractured the god damn shoulder.

Accident # 4: Just as we started to think that the marking was getting better, we lost it again. On the hunt for the red tape, Fubar tripped over a rock hidden under thick grassy patch... but that was not the end. He fell chest first on a boulder and the impact was straight on his ribs.

I guess the scenic presence on the trail made all the injuries worth it. Back at the farm, the chilled Kingfisher also made up for the taxing trail.

The circle, for a healthy change, was a very organised and disciplined affair, thanks to the hashers who decided not to misuse the freedom of speech.

Hares Shivaji and Romel were applauded for the run, however, it was pointed out that the marking was poor considering the hare raiser was haring. But I guess we missed the marking while we were enjoying the scenic beauty of the place.

Virgins __________, ___________________, ___________________ and  _____________ were next on the ice. Cyrus brings a lot of hashers from TCS but surprisingly, non of them know who the MD of TCS is.

Next up was Fubar for actually doing the whole run, being amongst the FRB’s and still being blamed for shortcutting.

Vickram was iced for new shoes and like a true hasher he gulped beer from his shoe which, throught the course of the run, had stepped into a lot of muck, dirt and water. But it has been purified now.

Virgins were seen thoroughly enjoying the hash anthem as we all ended the circle, Swinging really low.

ON! ON!

11 December 2012

Run # 405 Zenith Waterfalls


Trash #405
Khopoli

What Bombay Hash provides one cannot be better describe than in the words of Sitting Duck. Just the other day, Sitting Duck mentioned in one of his status messages, ‘I have travelled to Khopoli my whole life, and I thought I’d seen everthing... but I was wrong... Thanks to Bombay Hash for taking us to this place.’
Yes! The run was at the less known Zenith waterfall, a place only frequented by the locals, i’d say.
A complete different experience as I may call it, this place had everything for everybody wanting to get out of the concrete jungle.
The run was hared by Sitting Duck and Shivaji and they did a splendid job. Before the run, SD treated the hashers with the best thing a person needs on a rainy day, any guess?
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Vada pav and chai (tea).

Poor Cockney Wanker could not relish that as he was still carrying crap from the previous night. The moment he got down from his car, he started sniffing for places he could crap; whether he did it or not... no one will ever know. (we did see a lot of shit on the trail).
The run started with a downpour which lasted for exactly 5 mins and changed the climate into a serene and sexy exotic place.
It was a complete off road trail, the climate to not bright, not completely dull but moist and cool. Nearly 10 mins into the run we reached the Zenith waterfall, beautiful and tempting, however, we could not get under the fall because there were huge boulders resting on unstable gravel on top which might give anytime. But the view of the fall was amazing. Moving on, we passed a big clear green patch of land which ended at the footsteps of a small hill. We climbed up the whole hill which had a running water stream, awesome!

All in all, the run was a super success till we entered the village, beyond which, the MF Hares did not mark the run. When questioned, their response was, “We thought it was obvious that you guys had to come back from the village to the start point.” Rubbish explanation we’d say.

Now, initially the venue for the circle was a bungalow which later on, for reasons not so important, had to be changed to Sangam Hotel’s terrace, right in the heart of Khopoli. The terrace had a huge shed and that helped as the moment we entered it started pouring.
 
The virgins poured as well as the rain did. Plus there was a new role given out to the Hash Thrash Fubar, infact 2 roles.
RA ‘Cockney Wanker’ was the superhero disciplinarian and HashThrash ‘Fubar’ was his side kick – the spanker.  Now as per the new rule, anybody misbehaving or disrespecting the circle was to be spanked, kicked or slapped on the butt... also anybody who got onto the ice would get one before their ass went numb. Lets call the duo... ‘THE DISCIPLIANARIAN AND THE SPANKY’

The circle:-
Virgins: Ankit Sood, Sandy, Praveen, Payal, Vishruta, Venky, Anushka and Mythili were the virgins for the day. They were welcomed to our world with sing song and down down. Vikram was also iced as his first run was an evening run.

Hares: Shivaji and Sitting Duck were asked questions about waterfalls, hills and shit on the run.
Osama and Sitting duck were iced again for the lovely snacks they got for us.

Hashers then acquainted the new folks with our hash anthem and the signs. PS:- dudes, for the love of your dicks, please lubricate before ‘cuming’ to avoid rash... i am the only one who does that... :-P

We had our biryanis and FO’ed while it was still pouring.

Good Times

10 December 2012

Run # 403 Kshunbhar Vishranti


Theres something about Kshunbhar Vishranti, Bonsai and Shivaji. They always end up haring the run at this venue and it turns out to be Ball Breaker (Remember the GPD run from KV the last time?). OH, for those who were not present for previous runs from KV, GPD means 'Gaand Phadke Darwaja' run. 
Anyway, keeping with our aim of getting out of the city for our runs is a very good idea. Hashers gathered behind KV in the open ground, and beat the heat with a lot of water and jokes. The run started on IST. 
This was a well executed run. As usual this run was filled with difficult climbs and descents. The run started with crossing a river of plastic waste (what a shame) and garbage. Soon it led us into wilderness, onto a steep ass climb. And we are talking almost 90 degrees steep. To add to the fun, someone had to step on a anthill and the last runners; Nari, Jaideep and Fubar were royally attacked by the red rebellions.
If you thought the climb was taxing, the descent was even worst. Overall, the run was a delight for the FRB's and a pain in the nuts for lazy bums. After around 2 hours, the member was back from the run. 
The circle was a noisy affair as ever. Virgins were iced (pardon me for not putting down ur names), I dont remember their names :-P.
The hares, Bonsai, Shivaji and Screwed Driver were iced for the beautiful effort. 
Fubar was iced. He still suffers with Fubaritis. Upon crossing the finish line, Fubar, topless and exhausted, made a beeline for the ice and lay on the ice, he slid right off it and hit his elbow on a rock while lying flat on the ground. He was made the ice-tester for the run.
Nari was unchristened, he is no longer Ass over tits.
Jaideep was put on the ice and reccomendations were put in front for a suitable hash name for the boy.

The choice of lunch was Veg, Chicken or fish thali, courtesy The Bombay Hash.

By 3 pm, everybody thinned away into the horizon.

ON! ON!
Fubar

Run # 399, 400 and 401 Mahabaleshwar Maha Hash


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.  

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