Saturday, October 16, 2004

Silver Anniversary Run


Silver Anniversary Run Lost in the Maidan
Hares: Duck Suck Carl, Hissin’ Sid RA:Bean Town Billie Drey: Sarah
New Shoes: Yuyu, Alain Hash scribe: Latecummer
Hashers: GM Molester, Pants Down Pammi, Topsurd Chintu, Manhandler Manosh, Sexy legs Chiru, Sex Guru Saw, Babe Ruth, Christyne, Zoria,

The KRH3 met for their 50th Run on Saturday 16th October at the Gandhi Statue somewhere between Chowringhee and Red Road. The meeting time was 3:30 but the only early birds were Christyne and Alain. Sex Guru Saw and newcomer YuYu rang me from the British Club and had to be told to find the Gandhi statue, and I’d call them so they could guide me to it, as I was running late having gone to see Michael Moore’s Fahrenheit 9/11 at Inox where I’d bumped into Manosh buying new shoes for the Pujas hopefully and not the hash! Topsurd was coming from downtown and was equally lost but not as much as Pants Down who had been told to park near the American centre and was looking for us there. Chintu picked him up from the Nehru statue and we were ready to go after much leg pulling about not knowing the national heroes. . .

We followed the paper trail across the main roads and past the cricketers in the Maidan. While the Front running bastards, Manhandler and Molester ran off leaving us to negotiate traffic, Kolkata Police very kindly made way for traffic stoppers Christyne, Zoria and company. RA Bean Town didn’t miss a thing. Ruth needed to take a leak and vanished running into one of the numerous Sports Clubs dotting the Maidan. Topsurd very gallantly decided to wait for her and tho’ chivalry is not dead at the Hash it’s still punishable by a down down. Sexy Legs was seen running but also short cutting. Zoria and Bill were the only ones not running. Even yours truly ran across a busy intersection not wanting to get run over by Puja shoppers on their way to New Market. After getting lost in the Maidan not seeing any trails, then finding a circle with a used condom in the centre, crossing ditches and circling by the trees we finally made our way back to the rooftop of the British Club.

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Saturday, October 02, 2004

Dandi March


Gandhiji’s Birth Anniversary, Indian National Holiday, Dandi March,
Run # 43 Saturday, 2nd Oct, 2004 from Lakeland Country Club

Hares: GM Molester, Fiddler
Deputy RA: Pants Down
Drey: Fiddlee, Hissin’ Sid
Virgin hashers: Vinit, Paul Archer, Christyne
Hashers: Late Cummer, Topsurd, Willy Wanker Shaun, Duck Suck Carl, Sexy Legs Chiru, Zoria
Returnee: Manhandler Manosh
First flush: Taste Tea Simon

The hashers met on 2nd Oct, an Indian National holiday and dry day at the Taj Bengal at 3:30 p.m. with expectations of a long run but beer at the end. We stayed in the drive way for a while waiting for hashers. Pants Down had arrived early and given me a call and I knew Topsurd was on his way with a virgin Hasher. I had given Paul, another new shoe, rendez-vous at the Taj lobby and had told him to look out for me and my bright green dragon Interhash Cardiff souvenir T shirt. Poor Paul must have been wondering what kind of puff the magic dragon Hash trip he’d got himself into!

Christyne suddenly spotted Simon walking into the Taj and may have thought he was there for the run, but he had other plans brewing. Pammi had found out by then that the hash was going to be on the other side of the new Howrah Bridge and was cooling off in the car. I had given a frantic call to Willy Wanker to locate the hash flag and we realized that it was with RA Bean Town and Sarah, vacationing in Las Vegas, doing the slot machines on the Strip. A make shift flag was made with a red cloth and a dandi or pole. On on, on the Dandi March in a convoy from the Taj.

We parked in the driveway of the Lakeland Country Club and set off after a briefing from Molester and Fiddler. Manhandler, who has been hashing in the UK, got to carry forward the KRH3 standard. We made our way round the lake and into the villages, past the shanties being chivvied by chickens and all the local urchins. Such a hash across mud, slush and precarious crossings over drainpipes, where if you lose your footing you’d be face down in the mud, is typical of Molester. Christyne got mud on her hands and thought she’d transferred it to her face but I was able to reassure her that she didn’t look like a walking mudpack. Luckily the weather was pleasant. We had a very long walk back to the club followed all the way by the kids. Of course Pants Down &Topsurd as usual lost their way or took a short cut and were reunited with us back at the Club. Zoria and Paul Archer, dressed more for the Taj than a ramble in the country, kept each other company on the walk. Everyone got Down Downs and a lot of beer was drunk, and splashed on newcomer Christyne, in the Club driveway. Some even went go-karting before we drove off again.

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