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Asangaon
30/05.2010
The smallest turnout of hashers was seen
yesterday outside Murli's warehouse. 15 people decided that there is nothing
better than the hash on a Sunday morning, let it rain heat at 50 degrees. We
also decided that the run would start sharp at 9.30 to avoid the heat as much
as possible. We did start... at 10.00.
Things looked pretty organised as it was
easier to handle a bunch of 15 people, well behaved people. LOL
The run, well more like a hike was hared
by the infamous duo... Bonsai and Shivaji. They are mean people who cannot be
any meaner. History has it that whenever these 2 miscreants hare a run, our
balls are fried. We ran through streets, climbed up a hill, went down to an
open field which barely had any green growth on it. By this time the FRB's had
disappeared into the other mountains. Finding a small hut and hoping to get
some water there, Fubar and Medha approached it to find it empty. But the shade
there was too tempting for them to lie down and rest for a while. Our entire
lead was compromised when the walkers behind started moving ahead of us.
Desperate for water, we finally found a well with a couple of villagers who
were kind enough to fill us buckets of water for a shower. Osama happened to
walk by the well and he got tempted too. Soon the walkers behind could see
Fubar, Medha and Osama pouring buckets of cold water over their heads. And that
my friend was a feeling of being in heaven. Just as we thought we were about to
put an end to our misery, there was another hill to climb. And this was a steep
a$$ hill. As we climbed it we saw the best outhouse kind of a house there... it
was just this small air-conditioned cabin with huge glass on all for sides and
a small garden outside with swings and the works. It would make a very romantic
place for a night.
Anyway, back at the warehouse, the bees
were busy making their hives while we got busy sipping Limca. Yes, the
consumption of Limca was more than Kingfisher in the beginning. All thanks to
the generous Sun.
Shivaji and Bonsai were iced for the
fantastic hike.
Najma, the only virgin (and a
grandmother) made her peace with the ice. Zen, the man responsible for her
misery decided not to show up for the run and faked a hairline fracture... LOL
Baby Dick and Give me More were iced
before they left for their journey to Bornia for the inter hash.
Later on the ice was Fubar... poor chap
tries hard to avoid the solid water but somehow, someone makes his life
miserable. Medha charged him with sending the mail out with CC and exposing
their email addresses(hearty apologise for the same). And for this, poor fellow
had to go on the ice without shorts... Psst Neeta... don't worry... though you
were absent for the run, someone made sure that Fubar had to remove my shorts
on the ice... hehehe
Baby Dick and Give me More were iced
before they left for their journey to Bornia for the inter hash.
Biryani was abundant that day and the
event did get over pretty soon compared to any other day. By 1pm we were all
packed in our cars and heading back home...
ON! ON!
Enjoy the pics on
http://picasaweb.google.com/bombayhash/Run375Shahpur?authkey=Gv1sRgCKvtp9KW8qWdoAE#5477756263667524642
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