Run # 411 Arundhati Bungalow

  

Arundhati Bungalow

Borivali East

This place is like a sequel to Huseni’s Farm. This is our favourite venue to run from for many a good reasons. 1. Its proximity to the only jungle on this planet which is located right in the heart of the city, 2. The serenity whilst walking in the woods, the live cricket match by the local chaps and 3. The amazing hospitality provided to us.

These are amongst the many more reason why we love to run from Arundhati Bungalow.

There are some however, who are, either, jinxed in a really screwed up manner or just too smart and witty. One such hasher is our very own Bandra boy Romel. This was a trend that I noticed on run. Romel would come for the run, be fashionably late for that matter and then would fart out and disappear mid way through the run and never come back. It’s happened with him twice in the past many runs.... out of which he has attended only those 2 (he did hare one so that makes it 3).

INCIDENT 1: We had an evening run from Radio Club. The run starts at 1700 hrs and I get a call at 1735 from Romel asking me what he must do now that he reached late. I informed him to join the other hashers and a particular point and start the run with them. He does that and runs into me at a spot where I was standing. He has a friend with her who got screwed by her secretary as she got confused between a RUN and a FTV parade... lol. Anyway, at around 1900 hrs when everyone is back, Romel calls me and says that he is chickening out as the lovely lady’s PENCIL HILL running sandals broke.... hahahahahahaha

It was hysterical

INCIDENT 2: Even on this run, he arrived fashionably late and started the run from the main entrance of the National Park when it was supposed to be from Arundhati Bungalow. This time he brought another friend along and was determined to finish the run and enjoy the post run ceremonies. However, the reason why he was late was cos some thug decided to pick his pocket. Anyway, just towards the end of the run, his phone rang again, and this time it was the cops. They called to let him know that the thug was found and that he had to go to the station to claim lost goods. So, he left the run midway and went back.

Anyway, the run was hared by Fubar and Vikram and perfection was the goal. The run was recorded on GPS and we got fine details as the highest altitude, distance covered, average speed and the actual route. Check this link out: http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?msa=0&msid=206603321695953442271.0004add44cfdc59ecaa47

The overall run averaged 15 kms (longest), 13 (longer), 11 (long) and 8 kms (normal)...

Anyway, there were a lot of variations in the order of runners on this run. Of course, Cockney Wanker was leading the pack and was the only one to do the longest run amongst the entire lot. Apart from that, Baby Dick and Jaideep were also amongst the people who decided to run for a change. Well, Baby Dick ran for obvious reasons, Gimme More was not present for the run and Baby Dick thought that he would run back to his darling... only to realise that he was running back only to his beer.

The gully cricket outside the bungalow was a good entertainment for us. It felt as if we were sitting in the VIP lounge watching the Sachin’s and Warne’s of Gully Cricket belting out some awesome sport. Of course the attention span there was very less as and how more Kingfisher Blue’s went down the throats. Newcomers were wondering why the blocks of ice were placed where they were while the seasoned hasher didn’t even look at the ice till it was not required. Osama’s snacks were missed but subtly replaced by peanuts and other form of snacks by hashers.

RA Cockney Wanker was back in action for this run. The hares, Vikram and Fubar, were appreciated for the well laid trail, though it was pointed out that the runs from NP are usually the same trail every time. Well, there is a reason why nothing new can ever be done at National Park... the reason... THE JINXED DAM

THE STORY OF THE JINXED DAM

This was the 2^nd time that I, Fubar, was a hare at National Park. I have always tried hard to make the run as exciting as possible, which is why we have always made arrangements to make the hashers cross this small little dam which falls a few hundred meters from the main gate. We were nearly successful once, not so much the other time.

The first time we crossed it while recce was a successful event. We managed to do it without any hassles. The water level was not so high. However, it rained cats and dogs the night before the run and the dam crossing had to be cancelled as the water was flowing over the DAMN DAM.

The 2^nd attempt was in this run. The water was flowing over the dam just enough to wet the shoes. I was not keen on getting my shoes wet for the rest of the run so Vikam, the martyr, decided to walk the plank... STEP 1, STEP 2, STEP 3, SKID, FLY, BOOM... down went Vikram. I was already rolling on the ground LMAO. Lucky that the tall ass fell on the dam and not in the lake or in the ditch on either sides.

Now you know THE STORY OF THE JINXED DAM...

Up next were the virgins. Patricia (Fubar’s victim), Himanshu (Romel’s victim), Shreyasi (Ramnik’s victim) and Neha (my mother in law... lol) imprinted their butts on the ice.

Cockney Wanker was iced for being the only person to complete the longest run of the day.

Jaideep was iced and after much speculations, he was finally christened ‘Sing a tell song’ considering something which i don’t remember (guys i was sloshed)

Venue and beer sponsors, Vilas and Kingfisher were iced and were thanked for putting up with us ONE MORE TIME.

The climax is always the same... we drank our beers, ate our biryani’s and thinned out.

PS: GUYS GET YOUR HALLOWEEN COSTUMES OUT FOR THE RUN ON 30TH OCTOBER... ITS THE NIGHT OF LIT PUMPKINS AND DEVILS AND MERMAIDS AND EVERYTHNG FROM THE FANTASY WORLD....