The Green Run
Chairs flew as the rain was accompanied by ghastly
wind. Yes, just as we finished the run and popped open our Kingfisher Blues,
the rain greeted us with water whips and rough winds. Let me tell you… my
friend Farty is running through a lot of bad luck these days. Like, when we
were travelling to Huseni’s farm… I got a call from Wrecky asking if I could
spot a medicine shop and buy i-pill… oops… sorry… Combiflam for Farty…. It must
be a headache. He broke his foot in Matheran too.
The run was an equally amazing affair. Horny Gorilla
finally made it to the run from MatheranJ. He was
accompanied by ‘The Hulk’ (courtesy: Green Jacket).
Like always, Shivaji managed to gather up enough roads
and off-roads to give the 36 hashers a run for their beer. To add to the long
run… he decided to mark the whole run with yellow tape. It became quite
difficult to spot the yellow tape because the whole place was filled with
plants and bushes with similar leaves. The momentum was lost when the hashers
ran half a km in the wrong direction just as the run started. Once we were back
on track, we crossed a lot of fields filled with mud. Fubar picked up a stick
to hit Shivaji and realized a second too late that the stick was full of thorns
and got one pricked on his palm. Shivaji met us 1/3rd into the run
and directed us to another bushy and mushy patch of land. Only this time, we
were crossing a small damn with water flowing over it. That was fun. The walk
was long; it was pretty educational as well. We learned about the life of
pilots, learned how villagers washed their clothes on the overflowing dam,
learned how Shivaji had the pleasure of making us run while he drove about in
the car, came up with jokes about hash, spoke about movies, saw a waterfall…
almost, were joined by a new hasher who was named Stutio (like the bad word
Chu#$%).. that hasher was a lovely little stray dog… MAN WE WALKED!
The rain was pretty generous too. I mean, it did not
rain cats and dogs while we were on the run. It marked the end of the run as it
poured so hard that chairs flew, they flew from one corner to the other.
Popped Kingfisher tins were all upside down as people
were religiously gulping down the blue. The second hare, Ketan, managed to make
it to Huseni Farm after the run was over. The excuse for being late: Anil and
Ketan missed the 0702 train and then the 0710 train was cancelled. I smell
something fishy… Section 377??? Hehehe ;-)
Another interesting thing; Butt-ler sprained his leg
trying to become a weight lifter. While putting them On On direction sign on a
really high board he lifted Fubar on his back and got up from sitting position.
Nothing happened then but then just before the run was to start, poor guy was
stretching to get the pull fixed.
Circle was good. All my apologies to not write the
names I don’t remember during the circle. I couldn’t write as I was soaking wetL.
Gopinath, Deepak and Naziya (Zafar’s daughter and the
girl wearing the ‘LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE’ tee on the rainy day) were the virgins
who lost virginity.
Airbus driver got iced for coming back after a long
time.
Shivaji was iced for haring the run and Ketan was iced
for not haring the run. That reminds me; Harish got the privilege of letting
Poo sit on his lap… and for what? They were the ones who were supposed to hare,
right? Now last minute, Harish felt horny and decided to sleep late and skip
haring. He deserved to be punished but he got to show us one of his positions
ON THE ICE.
There were no sponsors to be iced. So I guess we iced
Shivaji again. So we sang the hash anthem and jumped on the Biryani. Non-Veg
food was over within minutes while the bowl of Veg was filled up. I guess I was
the only one who ate Veg that day.
So, after the food was over and everyone was wasted,
we all just decided to call it a day while the sun was still hidden behind the
clouds.
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