Run 604 | Craftbar Bandra

Well crafted hashing Sunday!

On Saturday, the hares set their aim,
To mark a superb trail, and make a name,
Around BKC, they planned their course,
With Wackopedia’s luck, they felt a force.

But rain had its say,
in a drizzle’s dance,
While haring through streets,
they took a chance,
They drove around,
the tripometer their guide,
Just kidding,
the rain was hard to hide!

Sunday came, the hashers did appear,
Outside CrafBar, with spirits clear,
A slight drizzle kissed the morning sky,
With a promise of rain, yet they were spry.

On On they cried, the adventure began,
Through BKC streets, the hashers ran,
From Craftbar to Divorce Court’s sight,
Jio Mall and main road, then lanes so tight.

Back to Craftbar, where they would rest,
On the longest table, feeling blessed,
The Long Supper style, with bites and cheer,
Craft beers and chats, the perfect atmosphere.

A day well spent,
with joy and delight,
In the drizzle and fun,
they found their light.

On On!

P.S.: Thank you ChatGPT for converting the write-up in a lovely rhyming saga.

Run 603 | Mini Club, Mahalaxmi

 It is a real bummer when you wake up thinking you are late for the run, rush to get ready, leave the house, wonder why the trains are so empty at this time, reach the venue... only to realise that you are there, infact, an hour early... 

It is an even bigger bummer because this is not the first time this happened to you in 2024. 

So, monsoons are almost here and we cannot be more excited. This time, we ran from the lovely Mini Club at the Racecourse. 

The run, a pretty South Mumbai walk took us out of the race course, through the underground tunnel and out at the infamous Haji Ali Juice Center. FUBAR and Chedya Chutney were spotted hanging there with a glass of cool Watermelon juice. 

Post that we turned towards Peddar Road and then right outside Antilla. The 'gareebi ka ehsaas' was real right here. 

This feeling could only be forgotten by the lovely chilled beer and snacks at the Mini Club. 

The long table started piling up with empty beer bottles and empty plates of food. 

That's it for now! 

ON ON!

Run 602 | Arundhati Bungalow

 

Some hashers are true to their name. We were graced by one true blue hasher from Nigeria for this one. He takes his hash name very seriously. So much so that 'Short-Cutter' decided not to come for the run at all. LOL!

So, while we pondered what to do with the extra ticket to SNGP, Cunt Sandeep called and said he was on his way to the run and the ticket was utilized to him. That sorted, the bunch of enthusiastic hashers gathered around the hares as the run was announced. After, what felt like an eternity, Horny Yeti concluded that explaining would not help and decided to lead the trail. "On On" screamed the bunch and off we were. 

Out of Arundhati Bungalow, we headed straight for the National Park and within 5 minutes, we were taken from one of the busiest spots in Mumbai to the serene, traffic-free, 'birdsong jungle' environment of Sanjay Gandhi National Park. 

The 2 hour trail took us up the Gandhi Tekri, towards Kanheri Caves. A lovely refreshment stop was also organized by the hares; Horny Yeti and On A Loop.

For a change, we also tweaked the trail this time. Hares found an off-road trail, a welcome change. 

The run was well-applauded by the lot as the hares downed their beers while they sat on ice, cooling their butts off.

Jack Off was iced for getting lost in the wilderness in his own backyard. Soon, we realized he got lost, not alone, with Men-o-pause, and this whole thing was an elaborate plan so that he could make up out with her as an apology for making her cry many years ago. A lovely saga of love he'd love to narrate if you ask him. 

Chlorofornicator was applauded to the ice. This visiting hasher from our brethren, KH3 was impressed with the spoils she received on this day. She showed some hashing spirit. She traveled from Dombivali to Panvel to join a friend who would then drive to Borivali for the run. 

Govind, the friend, was also iced.

Two-timers, Just Meher and Cunt Nikita were welcomed to the Hash. They're not going anywhere now. 

Next up were Cunt Sandeep, Cunt Vandita, and Dr. Porn. They were charged with wearing new shoes. Shoey's were rightly performed as they drank from the leakproof shoe. 

Jack Off was iced again with an uproar of cheering. Hashers were eternally happy to have a venue like Arundhati to run from. 

Chlorofornicator iced again. And this time, we all got cake. After a long time, we had a birthday on the hash. She cut the yummy cake, while she parked her tushie on the frozen water. 

The event was concluded with the anthem and yummy biryani! 

ON ON!

*Important updates on the hash:

1. Going forward, hares (max 2) will not pay registrations. If the event rego is anything over INR 250, the hares pay rego (e.g. Xmas Run, Diwali Brunch run, etc.)
2. Venue sponsor (max 1) will not pay rego for the run. If the event rego is over INR 250, the venue sponsors pay rego (e.g. Xmas Run, Diwali Brunch run, etc.)
3. Sponsor for goodies on a run do not pay rego. If the event rego is over INR 250, sponsors pay rego (e.g. Xmas Run, Diwali Brunch run, etc.)

*MMC has the right to recall these changes at any time

Run 601 | The Tribal Residence

 

The Joint Family at Run # 601

The energy from all the buzz on Run # 600 spilled over to this one too! The location made it super convenient for both the families, BH3 and PH3 to join hands for this one! "Rishta pakka ho gaya!"

The lovely, lake facing, property of Horny Yeti aka The Tribal Residence as I would like to call it was infact closer for the PH3 folk than for the BH3 folk. (chalo, yeh toh ho gaya enuf gyaan). 

The morning energy was vibrant. People parked their cars and came in with much shor and pomp pomp. Then 2 hashers suddenly appeared from the corner leading to the venue; on fucking bicycles! Such show off's I tell you. Pakka, these old farts would've unloaded the pedals from their SUV a few metres away, sprinkled some form of liquid on themselves for some sweat and just cycled down the last 100 metres. Their enthu-cutlet went stale as they did not get the wanted attention. We ignore such show offs on the hash! :P

The Run

Horny Yeti, On The Loop, Bachelor Balls and Nighfall laid the street trail. And then there was a bit of offroad

which included a heavy breathing, whizzed breathing steep incline. At the top of the incline was a cave with some ancient carvings of sorts. A few of us hashers just decided to save the last bit of energy and skip the caves and just detoured our way back. 

Blame it on the development and demarkation of land in that area which did not let us venture much into the offroad patch. People are getting richer I tell you!

Back at the base, conversations were accompanied by beer, and snacks. We couldn't have had a run on the day of Holika Dahan and not celebrated with the customary drink, Bhaang... which in this case was virgin bhaang aka Thandai.

The amalgamation of House Bombay and House Pune ensured a constant buzz in the air. 

Circle

Hares were iced for their breathtaking trail. It was literally breathtaking. Since we had the pleasure of 

having Lubricunt with us, FUBAR, the part time RA for BH3 got him to ensure that hash songs were orderly sung. And what a fantastic job he did!

Short - Cutting - Bastards
While we do not encourage specimen like these (trust me, I come from that lineage), these Pune Hashers were iced for taking short cuts, by means of driving back in a jeep (and one of them went to the extent of paying 500 bucks and maybe her services in exchange for a bike ride back to the venue). These idiots shall not be named and shall never have a legacy. 

Hosts were next on the ice. Horny Yeti and On The Loop are no newbies to the ceremony. They cooled their butts off while they were praised  for spoiling us with the lovely venue that is The Tribal Residence (as I refer to it). They got the loudest cheers and accolades for lending us this wonderful property to run from. 

And with that, the circle was concluded and the beer cans were put down as we sang the Hash Anthem followed by a hearty meal of more conversations and biryani. 

On On!

Run # 600 | Rajodi Beach, Butt-ler's pad

 

(L to R)... They're Hashers through and through!

Let's assume that all BH3 runs were approximately 9kms. In that case, the amount we'd have walked so far could have gotten us to the following locations:
1. Europe

2. Shanti Stupa and back (with maybe some kilometers left)

3. Middle East

4. North Africa

5. Somewhere in China

Giving it no second thought though, 60 of the best of the best turned up at Rajodi Beach to celebrate the 41st anniversary of BH3 and also the 600th run! By 10am, hashers had their tummies full of Bhujing (Chicken Powwa) and the yummy ToDdy (courtesy BUtt-ler) or the stabbed can of Royal Challenge beer (stabbed by a hasher and consumed by FUBAR)

Binging on some toddy

Snacks (even the genda phool?)

Then began the distribution of t-shirts, sponsored by Mirai Assets, courtesy, Cumagain. Say what you want, he does cum around when needed and he cums in style.

So, at roughly past 10.30am, way after the scheduled run time, the hares, Wackopedia, Just Ashwin, Butt-ler, and Shivaji flagged off the run and just after 10 steps, we all halted for a photograph (the one you see above). 

The 8 km beauty of a run took the bunch, directly onto the beach for the first quarter of the run. And the walk on the beach was fantastic. We passed a bunch of surfing enthusiasts getting trained in the art. On the shore, just across the street, off the beach, was the surfing school and a cafe. The cafe immediately caught our attention. It is a lovely hangout spot to grab a coffee and watch the beach and the surfers AND, on a lucky day, you could also witness the last rites of a human being as there is a crematorium between the beach and the cafe. Yes, a crematorium right off the road (a single crematorium). After contemplating the darkness of that humor, you move along further down the beach where you'll see cars parked right on the beach and people sipping on cold beers. Why not a full moon party here, I wonder!

The serene beach walk!

Coconut Grove

After a while, the hashers were diverted off the beach where you could choose the long train and go through the Arnala village or you could choose the short trail and eventually end up in a very picturesque view of the fields; lined up with coconut trees and farming fields. The bonus was the open-air OYO set up at spots where couples were just shy of conceiving a baby. 

Walking thru the fields!

Back at the venue, things had already started getting buzzier. Buttler had arranged for some snacks and they were getting gobbled up tastefully by the lot. Conversations started getting louder and the empty beer cans started filling up the disposal bins. Typical Bollywood 90's bar songs also filled the air with a peppy mood and one couldn't ignore the sultry moves that did the rounds around. Wreckless and Gimme More took over the duties of bartenders for the afternoon. The hashers were even delighted as the first 3 beers were made complimentary for everyone. 

Pusher, who had come all the way from Hyderabad Hash along with Obelix and In Between Thais, took over the responsibilities of the RA for the day. 

L to R - Baby Dick, Fartashaty, Shivaji and Shining

Pusher expressing via the tee.

On the ice first were, Shining, and Shivaji, and Fartashaty and Baby Dick, and Bonsai; the stalwarts of Bombay Hash, the pillars who have kept the madness alive. Pusher showered them with goodies from HHH. 

While all this was happening, Cunt Ashwin had slid his arm around Just Simonah, whom he kept referring to, throughout the day as his 'Plus 1'. Pusher did not wait a second to catch them in the action and put them on the ice. While Cunt Ashwin got his balls cooling on the ice, Just Simonah was subjected to some very detailed questioning. 

Cumagain and Buttler imprinted on the ice and were cheered for bringing us the lovely t-shirts (courtesy  Mirai Assets)

Sponsors (for the tee and the venue); Cumagain and Buttler

and providing us this fantastic beach-facing venue respectively. 

Up next on the ice was Wackopediat, Cunt Sandeep and Cunt Nikita. I have no clue why they were on the ice but they were and they happily drank the yellow nectar from the unsanitized piss-pots. 

The circle was concluded with the Hash Anthem and followed by a delicious buffet lunch. 

Piping hot Gulab Jamun!

A simple affair of roti, sabzi, dal, chawal, papad and the 'too good to not have' Gulab Jamun. There was chicken? for the meat eaters too. 

The celebrations went on for a while after lunch as some stayed back to wind up while others slowly thinned away into the evening. 

On On!

Run # 599 Cafe Mondegar

 What a prequel to the 600th run of Bombay Hash!

A bunch of hashers rekindled the spirit of a true Bombayite by kicking off the 1st run of 2024 at a venue that is as old as the city itself, Cafe Mondegar. 

A sense of personal space is non-existent at this venue (which makes it special), which has stood the test of time, progress, development, and even an unfortunate terror attack. 

So, on a slightly colder Sunday morning, a bunch of hashers turned up at the gate of Mondegar while a few of them were already working on their beer since 9am. We had a few visiting hashers as well who were in town and graced us with their presence. 

Hares, Just Cheryl, Bonsai, and Cumagain had put their heights together to mark a trail, worthy of the New Year.  And it was a good 8-9kms around the city which also included a walk through the famous 'Kala Ghoda Art Festival'.

The weather kept good company and the runners were back at Monde's after a well-marked trail. 

Mondegar was jam-packed when the hashers started trickling in. But, we had a spot booked for our herd and we got comfortable after much-a-do. 

Cumagain, for some reason, took it upon himself to lead the pack and started co-ordinating with the bubbly Bengali steward (maybe that's what turned him on) and sorted out our orders of beers and bites. 

A few moments later, the table was filled with towers and pitchers of beers and a scrumptious grub. It was as if, Dumbledore whisked his wand and Hogwarts got food. *drool*

We could, unfortunately, not conduct a circle here but that didn't stop the merry bunch from raising the roof with the Hash Anthem. Bonsai didn't know whether to tag along or shush us as we caught some eyeballs but then she caved and joined the party. 

What followed was an early afternoon of beers, banter, and brunch. The best way to begin hashing in 2024!

On On!

P.S. February brings 2 celebrations. It's BH3's anniversary and we also run our 600th. Don't forget to be there for this one!

February Run details:
When: 25th Feb, 9.30am onwards
Where: Rajodi Beach, Vasai (https://maps.app.goo.gl/Bw8D46hh3qo5zCZy9)
Registration: https://bit.ly/49cJeoW

NOTE: Pre-registration is compulsory. Last date to rego, is 15th Feb

Run # 598 The Footsie and Frothy Bash

 

BH3 welcomed, running/ walking/ crawling enthusiasts, to the electrifying chronicle of Run #598 - a gathering where the pulse of the Footsie and the spirited frolic of the Frothy Bash collided in an adrenaline-fueled symphony. A bunch of us hashers laced up your shoes and prepared to embark on a narrative that encapsulated the essence of this vibrant escapade. From the rhythmic pitter-patter of feet on pavement to the effervescent celebration that followed, run 598 left an indelible mark on every participant and was the perfect close to the 2023 calendar. 

I mean just look at the talent pool in the image above. Looks like Vijay Mallya's KF calendar just came to life. 

I think I'll keep my beer mug aside and get to some serious blogging (lol).

So, since we wanted run # 598 to be a celebration of sorts, we ditched the countryside, the beer cans, and the biryani. We decided to go posh and headed to Bandra for our run, followed by brunch at 'Drifters'. 

Returning hasher Cunt Pranita decided to come back with a bang. The hottie tottie dog trainer/ groomer/ lover made a return to the group after about 10 years and immediately got to action with the haring duties alongside Menopause (finally, the bitch hared) and FUBAR. 

The trail, an 8km journey through the HNI (High Net Individuals of course) and janta so broke, they 'could not even afford free samples' of Bandra, was so impeccably marked that no one believed that FUBAR was even remotely a part of this haring expedition. 

After an orgasmic walkers high, the bunch logged into Drifters and waited for an eternity for the beers, cocktails, and food to pour in. The service, after the initial glitch was smoothened out just the way some of us felt the alcohol kept moving out from our cocktails. After a few rounds of food and "cocktails", the bunch finally calmed down with their hunger and upped their conversations. 

We also managed a no-ice circle where appropriate accolades were shared and dirty songs were sung for the deserving and undeserving equal. 

With that, the last run of 2023 came to a conclusion and the hashers parted ways with a commitment to meet each other NOT before the calendar changed years. 

FB link for pics from the run: http://bit.ly/3HdpPaO

Wishing all hashers around the world a happy and a properous and a beer guzzling and a hash running 2024. 

ON ON!