Run # 368 Belas' Residence

THE SOS VENUE

Bela is our SOS signal. The sweet lady always opens the doors to her house and allows us to make a mess out of it. So, let me be drunk and thank her on behalf of all the hashers for the wonderful support that she always is. We love your sandwiches too. :-P

After a much hated dry day on Saturday, I was sure that the hashers would be looking at chilled Kingfisher Draught on Sunday morning. Run # 368 gathered 25 – 30 people in Kandivali on the last day of January and the last Sunday. To make our presence felt, we hung out by the garden of Bela’s building and did things that got the secretary of the building curious. He walks up to Leaky Faucet asking “What is all this?” Leaky Faucet replies “We will run away from here soon…” and after looking at the secretary’s weird look he realized and added “… oh we are guests at Bela’s”.

Fubar was the only hare for this run. And he proved his laziness by chalking out a run which took him less than an hour to mark. As always, a marking that was impeccable:-P. The run led them from Mahavir Nagar to Mahavir Nagar… hahaha. Well the runners did cross 3 bridges and a gutter… a big gutter to tell you. The 7 front runners were made to do a fish hook where they were asked to go back, meet the last hasher and come back. There was one checkpoint and Fubar successfully managed to fool the FRB’s by making them take the wrong route twice before going correct.

Well, everybody was back by 12.00pm. The table had a good spread and the ice was ready in the tub. Being a limited turnout for the event, the house was well spaced out and comfortable. Amongst jokes and conversations and stares and poses and discussions were veteran hashers and virgins who were just blending in. The circle started as soon as Biryani arrived.

Fubar was targeted and blamed for marking a shity trail, losers. As if that was not enough, sweet Neeta convinced Fubar to go on the ice ‘pants down’. Obliged. Fartashaty started clicking the moment he saw exposed underwear. Bela was iced too as she was a big help in finding the trail.

Sulekha, Poonam and Amit lost their virginity as they marked their ass prints on the ice. Poonam, a psychology disaster couldn’t sit still and was threatened that she will have to sit Fubar style if she did not comply. Amit, a software engineer, was married and bald… if you know what I mean. Sulekha, I guess her boyfriend started Sulekha.com as a dedication to her. Anyway, as they warmed the ice, Farty cracked jokes and we passed comments. They drank their beers from the pisspots and were welcomed into the family.

All the members who either participated or were a part of the Mumbai Marathon 2010 were made to sit on the ice. This included Farty, Shining, Bonsai, Fubar and Cyrus [Shivaji and Chintan were absent]. We were given our 2011 Nash Hash t-shirts and were served beer in blissful piss-pots.

Dibs and Sameer decided to show up for the run. Infact, the last time they ran with us; the venue was Bela’s House. So they were asked to melt the ice a bit.

Bela was again iced for letting us make a mess of her beautiful house.

The virgins could not control their laughter as we sang the Hash anthem. The Biryani, ordered from a different guy, was simply awesome. We ate and we ate and then we ate some more. The fun continued on the way back home as Bonsai’s car was attacked by a beggar at each and every signal. The beggar kept asking for beer and was happy when he got 2 beers. The beggar was Fubar!

On! On!