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| 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
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!
