Run # 440 Sunil Fadia farmhouse no. 2

When the 60 hashers came to know that Shivaji had hared the run, they already started dreading the long walk/ run in the heat (winter is still nowhere to be seen). Yes, Bombay is not particularly known for its winters but something is better than nothing.

Anyway, the hopes of the hashers were further crushed when no markings could be found after just 500 mts into the run. The hares said that the villagers took them off but I beg to differ. Between Shivaji haring it with Sunil Fadia and Sunil Fadia walking with his legs wide apart, it was evident that everything else but haring happened there. Lol

The other speculation was that Mr. Fadia has built all these farm houses from the money he saved on all the red tape. The run was LITERALLY marked with half a roll of tape.

Disappointing for the runners and a delight for the walkers, the 5 km run ended in an hour plus a few minutes. And everybody got chilled beer before they actually expected.

This was not the farm where we had run before. Sunil has 3 farms in the vincinity. This one was a cosy little place compared to the last one which had something we called a pool. This one didnt have water even but enough of shade to keep the sweat away and the beers flowing.

Somebody shouted GROUP PIC and everyone just gathered in one place. There were too many paparazzi's on this run. After a few seconds we got confused as to which camera to say cheese to.

Circle:

Virgins... There were one too many i'd say... Promising virgins ranging from architects to visiting hashers to photographers to engineers. Arindam (Pune hasher), Robin (Rambo no. 5's accomplice), Sandra plaza (birth mark lady), Cara, Pravin and Amit (architect) graced their butts on the ice.

Hares Shivaji and Sunil Fadia also left their bum prints on the ice... They were praised by a few for the short and sweet trail while collectively cursed by everyone for the rubbish marking. All in all, they were satisfied.

Omi and Selwyn thought they would get away with wearing new shoes. Hahaha... They were spotted and brought to justice as they gulped beer and water (Omi doesnt drink) from their left shoe.

Sunil Fadia was brought to the ice again and we couldnt thank him enough for providing the venue. We didnt want to really.

Following the circle, hashers behaved like humans, perhaps the only time they do, when they stood in line for the biryani.

Suddenly someone shouted, "Hashers,  don't throw your plates after you have eaten as we have less plates and we need to share them."

"Is that a prank?" Someone asked with an empty plate with a couple of chewed up bones in it. "Are you done eating?" I replied as I took the empty plate from him and stood in line myself.

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