Run 591 | Grant Road

 One of the most liked places for us hashers to run from within the city is Late Mr. Irani's (RIP) lovely terrace in Grant Road. 

And we were glad to be here after so long. 

So, on a crisp and hot Sunday morning, hashers gathered outside the gate of the building which happens to be BANG opposite the Grant Road Railway Station. While were shuffling the crates from the car to the terrace, a cabbie was heard cursing. The words he used got instantly graved in our minds and Wackopedia accepted the cabbie as a guru... "Lund ke Balgam"

The hot topic of discussion was also the very fancy way, this run was marked. There was no tape, no chalk, no map; this beauty was marked with a riddle, actually, a few riddles put together. And the riddles were made up of Bollywood songs. 

The trail was as follows:

na na karte pyaar tumhi se kar baithe - 

apni azaadi ko hum hargiz mitaa sakte nahin - 

kabhi warden road kabhi ...... .... - 

hum bewafaa hargiz na thé (par hum 'hotel 😜' book karna saké) - 

पाद aa rahi hai, mujhe पाद aa rahi hai - 

hai huku hai huku hai hai - 

left lo aur dekho baarish (nahin) ho rahi hai - 

jaggu dada ka adda aaya, dhoop mein gaand fatt gaya  - 

yahan pe jayenge lekin bhel nahin khayenge - 

aur left mein naahi pav bhaji khayenge - 

Vihar coffee House (yeh bc jagah pe koi film ne dhyaan nahin diya, BC)! - 

left at z grade bhojpuri movies ka purana thikana - 

iss theatre ke aas paas mein sirf gay aur fairies milenge - 

take left to arrive at station pin code 007!

So, the next time you are in town and are supremely bored and want to walk, just decode this and you'll be good to go. 

We crossed quite a few landmark spots and we also crossed the building which was gifted to the right hand of Mr. Mukesh Ambani. If I was given a property this big, I'd retire. 

The View point was shut so we stood next to it for a group picture. The sun was right on top but our spirits were high. Either that or the circuits in our heads had burnt off. Either way, good pic eh!?

Back at the venue, the fans were turned on and hashers chilled on comfy chairs and chilled Kingfisher while it lasted. 

Issued in public interest:

When I say chilled Kingfisher while it lasted, I meant that we served the last batch of Kingfisher. We shall now be sipping on the cool refreshment that London Pilsner brings with it. 

Yeah, Bombay Hash has moved to London Pilsner and a certain few hashers couldn't be more happier with the welcome change. Thank you Kingfisher for your support all these years. 

So, after Osamas snacks were devoured and FUBARs salary was munched up, Bonsai announced the circle and every one stood around 6 lil blocks of ice that were melting away fast. 

Shivaji was iced for the wonderfully riddled run. Wreckless, Cyrus, Hand Cock, Ninja and Leaky Faucet accompanied him with a wow to hares runs in the future. 

Next on the ice was Wreckless and Hand Cock, the birthday boys of May. 

Fartashaty decided to wear new shoes to the run. We loved the shoes as much as he loved drinking donated beer from the shoe. 

Fartashaty was also put on the ice for organizing the lovely venue for us to run from. We all raised our cans and paid our respects to Mr. Irani. 

I guess London Pilsner has already started working its magic on the hashers. By the time we were done with the anthem, Cyrus got very patriotic and motivated and offered a venue for the June run and also commited to hare the said run. Yippee!

Note: The June run is going to be a city run! 

With the assumption of a monsoony June run, hashers split, with enough time to watch the IPL finals which actually, eventually, ended on Tuesday.

ON ON!

PS: Osama is up for grabs! Anyone interested!?

Run # 590 | 3 gunna lagaan maaf

 13 men; 13 notorious men gathered outside Shivaji Park Gymkhana on a Sunday morning. What followed was an absolutely... well... unmarked run through the streets of Dadar and Matunga. 

Run # 590 was an all-out, "Why shouldn't boys have all the fun" run. Yes, a 100% guy run (unplanned) as the ladies decided to puss out of this one. 

Wackopedia and Shivaji have finally spent enough time with FUBAR to fuck this one up, BIG TIME! But it was fucked up in a very good way. 

The run flagged off outside the Gymkhana. Neither Wackopedia nor Shivaji, who also happens to be the Hare Raiser, spoke of markings. They nicely wrapped the run with words we couldn't make out and suddenly said ON ON! to disperse us. 

BUT, before all that happened; Osama decided to show up for this one with a car full of goodness from a little place in heaven known as Candies. Yup, Osama laid a 7-course styled breakfast in front of us with eatables ranging from Chutney/ Cheese/ Chicken sandwiches to puffs and samosas and the world-famous Bandra; potato chips.  

This was followed by the grand entrance of Chediya Chutney which guaranteed a round of yummy-tasty, home-made chutney sandwiches. 

All this put us in a really good mood to wonder or worry about the markings; of which there were none. 

That aside, the trail took us through the hustle and bustle of Dadar and Matunga and got all of us back to the Gymkhana safe and sound. 

Once back, we pumped another round of snacks with the addition of the Chutney Sandwiches and headed to the roof of the Gymkhana for some cold beers and conversations. 

ON ON!

Run # 589 Rajodi Beach

The run flags off on the biteach

A run on the beach was the best way to follow up a run in the woods. With that in mind, we gathered across the street from Rajodi Beach in Virar (which could also be accessed from Nalasopara and Vasai). 
Buttler aka Lenny made some fabulous arrangements for the evening. 

This also marked the return of Racing Snake(Eugene) and Buttler(Lenny) and Ashwin. These creatures resurfaced after a long time. 

Hares, Buttler and Shivaji laid a craze of a trail. We started off with a long stretch on the beach and then entered the bylanes of Virar. 

We crossed flea markets, shopping streets, beers shops (some hashers even indulge in roadside gulping), vast fields, a professional cricket tournament LIVE, houses with fish being dried on a bedsheet on the road, some more beer shops (hashers indulged again). 

The hares even squeezed in a snack break at a point on the run. Piping hot vada pavs were served. And, guess what, there was a beer shop right next to the stall (so some hashers indulged in a gulp, AGAIN). 

Shivaji even indulged in some shopping at the open flea market on the trail.

Veggie cleaning: Hares had organized for the hashers to take the opportunity and live locally. They got some of us to clean veggies with the local farmers. In exchange for cleaning a lot, the hashers were awarded a peg of their local alcohol. 

Tadi shots: There was also a stop where hashers got to swig a shot of desi daru. That got the feet wobbly. 

After the run, things at the venue were picking up merrily. As the last hashers i.e. Bicep Bubbly, Clit-ohhh-patra, and FUBAR entered the venue, they could hear Bonsai hurling abuses L, R, and C. True to her image, they could only hear her cursing. It was also noteworthy when a hasher questioned why the 3 last comers were so late in spite of taking a shortcut? The topic was conveniently diverted by the smart and savvy short cutters. 

Circle:

Hares were applauded for the brilliantly laid trail. The markings were a little scarce but the experience of the run overall was fantastic. Shivaji and Lenny drank heartily from their piss-pots for a gobtastic trail.

Bicep Bubbly, FUBAR, and Clit-oh-patra were iced for having too many beers and too much fun on the run. They shortcutted to get extra time on the beach and even managed time on the ice and beers from the pot for the same. 

The 1st 2 got off the ice while the latter was joined by Cumsulkcunt on the ice. Clit had an announcement to make... "She said yes", it was. There was an outburst of emotions and congratulations followed. 

Wackopedia, Running Snake, and Bonsai warmed the slab next. Running Snake pulled out a trophy with Bonsai's name on it. He announced that he was done holding on to it for so many years and finally wanted to hand it over to Bonsai. Another round of nostalgic emotions took over the hashers for all of 14 seconds, I guess. 

Buttler took center stage by providing us a fantastic venue and arrangements for a lovely run. 

As if we hadn't had enough yet, out came piping hot and yummy-tasty fish and chicken starters for the gang. They were gulped down with burning throats; they were that tasty-yummy. A finger ful of vegetarians stoop on the side and watched. Then it was their turn as they got some slurpy-yummy sabzi, roti, and dal. 

With a belly full of beer and yummy food and a mind, fully refreshed with all the beach vibes, we headed back home. ON ON!