Eapen Varghese,
Somewhere in Khopoli
Ahhh! the skin burned even before we reached the venue. The morning bus ride was fun for everybody but Cumagain. No one is to be blamed for it but him... actually not even him. A true hasher that he is, he wants everything to fall in a format and stresses himself out in the process. We unanimously decided to pool in and carry chilled beer for his deserving effort.
So, the bus was at the venue before the hares and the GM, so Cumagain; next time lets stop for breakfast and some bladder relief. LOL!
The latter bit of the run was apparently marked by the hares after arriving late to the venue on D-day. But that's ok. What is commendable was their effort, as first time hares, to put together a good run without any help from experienced serious hares.
The run actually got us lost more times than one. We could have lived with that too, but the heat just would not stop us from being cranky. We did circle around a temple 3 times and that was a major chunk of the run.
While some were really impressed and some were not, collectively we would give this run a solid 6 out of 10.
Back at the venue, the famous tree with the shade and the sitting got more ass than anybody else on a Sunday morning.
Going back to the point where I requested Cumagain to let the bus wait for breakfast... we did not have a problem with that THIS time. Guess who came for' out rescue. ust as we pulled into the Eapen Varghese, the first thing that was shouted out of the bus was, "Aye Hajaam!"
Yes, Osama was standing in front of his shining Merc aka, 'The Candies' delivery van. The whole bus got Sandwiches, waffers and Puffs. That might just be another reason why the hashers kept complaining during the run. A full tummy and the heat dont go well.
Everytime Bonsai kept shouting,"Circle..." someone would shove a cigarette in his/her mouth and ask for a couple more minutes to finish it. Eventually everyone got their smoke and the circle was flagged off.
Virgins: I think the event industry is taking a beating these days as we saw a whole lot of virgins from the events background. The slabs were 2 small so 2 rounds of virgin hashers were put on the ice.
Hares: Azeem and Ankit... these A's didnt score too many browny points but were welcomed on the ice. Azeem acted to be angry and Ankit was crying like a baby when they were asked to lay flat on the ice and beer was poured on their face.
New shoes: Hastip, virgin, got the blessed pleasure of drinking beer from his new shoes.
The highlight of the event was Zain. This old fart has been running run after run without complaining even a little bit. The heat, the terrain, the poor marking, the good marking, the long run, the short run... it dont bother him much. His weapon of choice is his walking stick which has seen many a miles with him. He keeps going on and on and on and on. The obvious hashname for him had to be around that.
"Duracell" said someone. "The energizer bunny" said another. And so it came to pass and Zain was christened, "THE ENERGIZER BUNNY."
Osama's snacks helped thru the run but the peeps were hungry again and it was biryani to the rescue this time.
P. S. : Bus riders did pack a lot of remaining beer to keep the cool on the drive back.
Somewhere in Khopoli
Ahhh! the skin burned even before we reached the venue. The morning bus ride was fun for everybody but Cumagain. No one is to be blamed for it but him... actually not even him. A true hasher that he is, he wants everything to fall in a format and stresses himself out in the process. We unanimously decided to pool in and carry chilled beer for his deserving effort.
So, the bus was at the venue before the hares and the GM, so Cumagain; next time lets stop for breakfast and some bladder relief. LOL!
The latter bit of the run was apparently marked by the hares after arriving late to the venue on D-day. But that's ok. What is commendable was their effort, as first time hares, to put together a good run without any help from experienced serious hares.
The run actually got us lost more times than one. We could have lived with that too, but the heat just would not stop us from being cranky. We did circle around a temple 3 times and that was a major chunk of the run.
While some were really impressed and some were not, collectively we would give this run a solid 6 out of 10.
Back at the venue, the famous tree with the shade and the sitting got more ass than anybody else on a Sunday morning.
Going back to the point where I requested Cumagain to let the bus wait for breakfast... we did not have a problem with that THIS time. Guess who came for' out rescue. ust as we pulled into the Eapen Varghese, the first thing that was shouted out of the bus was, "Aye Hajaam!"
Yes, Osama was standing in front of his shining Merc aka, 'The Candies' delivery van. The whole bus got Sandwiches, waffers and Puffs. That might just be another reason why the hashers kept complaining during the run. A full tummy and the heat dont go well.
Everytime Bonsai kept shouting,"Circle..." someone would shove a cigarette in his/her mouth and ask for a couple more minutes to finish it. Eventually everyone got their smoke and the circle was flagged off.
Virgins: I think the event industry is taking a beating these days as we saw a whole lot of virgins from the events background. The slabs were 2 small so 2 rounds of virgin hashers were put on the ice.
Hares: Azeem and Ankit... these A's didnt score too many browny points but were welcomed on the ice. Azeem acted to be angry and Ankit was crying like a baby when they were asked to lay flat on the ice and beer was poured on their face.
New shoes: Hastip, virgin, got the blessed pleasure of drinking beer from his new shoes.
The highlight of the event was Zain. This old fart has been running run after run without complaining even a little bit. The heat, the terrain, the poor marking, the good marking, the long run, the short run... it dont bother him much. His weapon of choice is his walking stick which has seen many a miles with him. He keeps going on and on and on and on. The obvious hashname for him had to be around that.
"Duracell" said someone. "The energizer bunny" said another. And so it came to pass and Zain was christened, "THE ENERGIZER BUNNY."
Osama's snacks helped thru the run but the peeps were hungry again and it was biryani to the rescue this time.
P. S. : Bus riders did pack a lot of remaining beer to keep the cool on the drive back.
