Run # 426 Sunil Fadia farmhouse

rUN # 426… s. fADIA fARMHOUSE

This one cropped out of nowhere. Mr. Fadia makes a comeback after a log exile, comes for a couple of runs and then offers us his farm-house for a run. Man, were we glad that we know him now… LOL!

So when we realized that him and Shivaji had hared the run, we knew that the day had only just began. The run, no wait, the heat got to us and we were panting and crawling our way to the start line (which is also our finish line). It was like a 9 minute walk in hell. Eventually the hell walk brought us to the gates of heaven, BEER haven actually. The dip pool had surprisingly chilled water in the pool. All we could think of doing was, chilled beer in hand and relieving sessions in the dip pool. 

It was also one of days where no one cracked jokes that started

with, “There was once an Italian, an American, a Russian, French, Spanish and an Indian…” because it wouldn’t be a joke anymore. It would be Bombay Hash Run # 426 and everybody would want to be a part of it. Yes! we had 50 different shades of skin running in the wilderness, beer sipping and pool dipping.

1. Shivaji and Mr. Fadia got some wah wah’s and boo boo’s for the trail. They took whatever they were given and emptied the piss-pots.

2. Virgins: Now! you were too many of you and I was equally drunk. I am gonna write the names of each and every one of you… Here goes… Alok, Libertad, Joseph, Karsten, Betty, Elisabetta, Auriele, Kim, Greg, Mannju, Sumitan Kaushal, Kaayy See, Shruti, Vandita, Ronald, Henry, Rajbir, Amar Ranu and Laurie came, they sat on the ice, they introduced themselves and then they drank from the piss pots.

3. Patricia Victor, the victim, was caught wearing new shoes and she was asked to drink beer of the Holy Shoe… she carried out the activity with passion.

4. Mr. Fadia was iced and he announced another 2 venues whose gates would be open for us whenever we need… Kudos.

Virgins watched as others sang the much destroyed sign version of Swing Low Sweet Chariot. Following the anthem, some queued up for the biryani while others jumped into the dip pool and continued drinking. The drinkers left long after the other hashers left.