Run # 358 Kshanbhar Vishranti

Shivaji, oh Shivaji! This man couldn’t sleep the whole night because we were sharing the same room. No
wonder I was walking funny the next day. I better find me a girlfriend before the weekend in Lonavla
(which I hope hashers are aware of and registering), or at least a cheap hooker.
For once in my life I decided to do the whole run, loyally, without shortcutting. BAD DECISION.
This was by far the best ‘GPD’ (G@@nd Phaadine Darwaja) run that I had since I joined.
We were secretly expecting that if would rain and all but I guess trusting our weather forecast
department was another ‘BAD DECISION’.
The run started with everybody falling off track at a check point. The hares gave in too easily by just
telling us which way we were to go. The group of runners slowly slowly scattered according to speeds.
Winding throw climbs, thorns, bushes, loose stones and some dung (here and there) the hashers moved
ahead to a run which had a lot more to offer.

Brian (visiting hashers and Leah’s brother) gave me a real scare on the run. Just a km into the run Leah,
Neeta, Brian and a couple of others decided to pick speed and run ahead. Lazy that I am, I decided to
take my own sweet time and walk. Soon, I was isolated and walking thru the wilderness on my own.
Creepy (even during day light) as it was I could suddenly hear steps behind me at a distance. I was
relieved to know that I would soon have company and then suddenly, Brian popped out from behind.
How could that be possible? He took a pit stop in the woods is what he says. But he scared the living hell
out of me for that 100th of a second.

The run was cleverly marked with a lot of checks to keep everyone busy looking down rather than
enjoying the view. At one such check we were joined by Baby Dick and group. Baby Dick was holding an
unusually large stick in his hand. Walking behind, it looked as if his dick was too big to remain in his
pants. Or was he trying to prove that Baby Dick is a wrong name given to him.

Already an hour and half into the well chalked run, we could see no trace of any hares anywhere. Just as
we started complaining about it we could see an orange object moving in the bushes ahead. Yes! There
was Shivaji ‘The sleep rapist’. We were relieved just for a while before the thought crossed our minds.
“If Shivaji is here it means that the run is not going to end soon.” And how right were we? The real thing
was still to come. Just as we crossed that sonofagun Shivaji we were straight at the foothills of this steep
dry waterfall place.

This climb was enough to broaden the hole. Remember ‘GPD’???

The run was finally over after a gruesome 2 hours plus some minutes. I was never so happy to see
Kshanbhar Vishranti like I was now. Initially, there was more consumption of lemonade than beer… first
time in Bombay Hash I’d say. There was a lot of consumption of Jamuns as Leaky Faucet and Fartashaty
and gang decided to get them fresh from the trees.

Bonsai and Shivaji on down down mode for haring the ‘GPD’ run. These SoB’s forgot that
people in the Bombay hash are ‘Drinkers with a running problem.’ They were responsible for the
misery of 40 odd people for those couple of hours.

Virgins were plentiful today. Aditi (the gal responsible for the whole pub crawl) was doing
her best to avoid the ice. Bonsai fell for it and made her stand next to the ice. Jose decided to
leave without informing us but was loyal enough to spread the good club. Patrick and
Fredrick were there to fill his place. We would have enjoyed if even Jose was with them.
Zarine, Audrey and Heena seemed to have had a blast from all the running and climbing, but
they were in excellent spirits on the ice.

Anil Kanimbale was having an icy-butt time of his life on the slab.
Brian made himself comfortable on one of the corners of the white melting diamond and made faces cos of the chill. We let him enjoy it some more. Abbas was put on the ice and Zafar was thrown in to give him company. I was too drunk to remember the charge but I clearly remember that Abbas enjoyed it more cos Zafar was giving him company. Infact he enjoyed it so much that he got a stick from somewhere and did a pole type thingy. Spirit! Leah decided to sit during the circle. We decided to make her bum more comfortable and invited her to sit on the ice. She was more than glad to do so. Not wanting her to be alone, her brother Brian joined her too. They had a down down while we tried the long version of the ‘Yogi Bear’ song.

On! On!