Run # 562 Farewell from the 34th floor

I started running with BH3 during a time when there were less of these tall towers in the city. How the skyline has changed. :)

Well, that statement makes no sense right now. So, let's get back to the run.

Here is something you should know about Samir aka Sexy Sam and Dibs aka Clueless Dick. They keep moving a lot, within the city. And that works to our benefit. Because every time they move to a new house, we get 3 things:
1. Their house for a run
2. Those yummy potatoes that Samir makes
3. THOSE YUMMY POTATOES THAT SAMIR MAKES.

You have to try them to know what we're talking about. This was the 3rd time that they hosted us. The 1st was in Bandra and then one in Ghatkopar. And NOW, we run from their house in Mulund. The view from the 34th floor was nice... anything from that height would look so beautiful. :)

Sexy Sam and Clueless Dick having a beer! 

Anyway, we knew that if we gathered people in his house, no one would want to go for the run. So, we met outside the Starbucks below is building. 20 odd runners were flagged off for the run by the hare, Rohan, who surprisingly disappeared as soon as the run got over. The mystery remains. 

Strava is sucking BIG TIME lately. It never works on my phone. However, the run couldn't have been better. It was marked perfectly and the hares made sure they were present at strategic locations to guide us. Being an entire road run, we were expecting to be boiling in the heat but the climate was merciful too. 

Other major highlight of the run was how Farty almost ruined it for us. More about that later. 

After the 7+ km run, thirsty us came back to the 34th floor and were greeted by some refreshing cold beers and the famous POTATOES. They were a welcome sight. 

Circle:

As the original hare disappeared mysteriously, we replaced him with Sexy Sam. He got so excited in the tub of ice, he broke the damn thing. All applauded for the run, no one mourned the broken tub. They drank from their piss pots. 

Up next were Fartashaty and Meenal. Farty almost killed himself and ruined the run for us by crossing a signal in a risky fashion. Wreckless mouthed a few bad words in his Parsi accent.

Meenal has been hashing for over 2 years and has never hared a run. tch tch tch... Everyone laughed, no one mourned the broken tub. They drank from their piss pots. 

Just Meenal and Fartashaty!

Poonam and Chris (who came on his father's recommendation) were next to grace the tub. Poonam got iced errr... tubbed for resurfacing after a long time and we welcomed Chris into the family. Everybody laughed, no one mourned the broken tub. They drank from their piss pots. 

C for Chris and P for Poonam

The Hash Anthem followed. Surprisingly, the only person who kept screaming, "Cumming" throughout the anthem was aapdi Bonsai. Everybody laughed, no one mourned the broken tub. It now lay in a corner as everyone drank beer and had biryani. 

Before the biryani however, we did celebrate the just gone and upcoming birthday of Hand Cock and Wreckless. 

Temton on Wreckless ki godd! Dont ask. 

The cake was yummy, it got over before we could finish the National Anthem errrr Birthday Song. :P

Kidding! Everybody had the lovely cake, no one mourned the broken tub, life moved on. 

On On till the next run!

The group that DID NOT MOURN the broken tub. 

A few points to remember:

1. Nash Hash 2020 is hosted by Bombay Hash. Keep your eyes open, early bird rates to come out soon. 

2. If you wish to assist with the arrangements for NH2020, kindly get in touch with Miss. Management

3. Please spare a minute for the BROKEN TUB.

Ok bye!

Run # 561 Easter Brunch at Doolally (Khar)

BREAKING NEWS!!!

BOMBAY HASH GOES HI-TECH,

MARKS TRAIL ON GOOGLE MAPS!

Bombay: In what stands to be a milestone achievement in the history of The Bombay Hash House Harriers, lazy hares, Bela aka Double Crosser and Vinod aka Just Vinod, mapped the entire trail in a car and sent Google Map co-ordinates to the runners who came to Run # 5690 or, in reality, Run # 561.

A mad man who claimed he had a Baby Dick, created commotion outside Bandra station by playing a bugle in a very annoying tune. Later it was discovered that Baby Dick was not a reference, it was his name. The bawa community is known to be very disappointed in their very own, Porus. 

15 odd runners / walkers / crawlers, accompanied by a cute canine started their protest march from the railway station, through the streets of Bandra. The first stop was Yatch followed by sponsored coconut water at Carter Road Joggers Park. The morcha, in instalments crossed the Carter Road and reached Doolally, Khar in their own version of the trail. It'd be fair to conclude that, perhaps, hi-tech runs were no fun. No screams of 'On On!' were heard today. 

A quiet Doolally started listening to some noise as hashers slowly and gradually crawled in and acquired a designated area for the brunch. Hand made craft beers only helped the gang to get louder as the morning turned into afternoon. 

Loud conversations ranging from Mr. PM to Cumagain's favorite, RaGa, from the most awaited upcoming Nash Hash 2020, to who get's the Maharaj and the Honda Civic were all discussed. Beers kept pouring in and hashers were hammered in no time. 

While this was a brunch event, they could not conduct the circle. They did, however, turn eyeballs as 30+ hashers got up to sign the Hash Anthem as they made masturbating gestures and acted to spit on our hands for lubrication. 

They also got a couple, a dermatologist and his patient (on a date), interested enough to join them for the next run. While some hashers thinned out after not being able to control their drinks, those who stayed back continued to party till way after brunch hours and entertained themselves to a game of Jenga followed by 21, a drinking game. 

Honorary mentions:

A big shout out to team Doolally and especially Clit-ohhhh-Patra for the lovely arrangement for the group.

On On!