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!