Kolkata Revolutionary Hash House Harriers

Bantala Leather Hash/ DI or Dye with French Connection Hash

Stalker Ashish and Pond Scum Afroz and friends planned a hash run in the new Bantala leather complex with a circle at Dalhousie Institute.

On 6th August, the hares decided to have a hash in honour of Bill and Sarah -who very smartly stayed away- and Walsh -who was of course in Delhi with his Jungle Crows. So it turned out to be Patricia’s farewell Hash, as usual in the "wastelands", and also a "welcome to the KRH3" for new shoes Francois and Sigrid.




Stalker, Fiddler, Jolly, Ashish, Sexy Legs, Zoria, and my French Connection of Patricia, Sigrid, Francois, and Returning Hash Horrors Ella and LJ met in front of ITC at 4 p.m. I was wearing my “Will you be a treat for My-Sore eyes” (and you betcha I will) teaser Nash Hash T shirt. Zoria was sore that everyone didn’t get a T shirt so I’ll see what I can do when I get back from Nash Hash…
Waiting for others to arrive, we played I spy with the horrors, and continued playing till we reached the RV point twenty minutes later. Getting into Zoria’s car with the chauffeur with a “B”word, the horrors, Zoria and I saw goats, bamboo, cows, bricks, and Ella disqualified me for the word cycle cos I should have said bicycle and I was barred from giving anymore clues.


The contingent of hares including Manish, Afroze, DD and Duck Suck were waiting for us near the Bantala pyramid entrance to the Leather Complex that was inaugurated last month by the Ministers. Looking at them covered in mud especially DD in his no longer white pants, I was sure we were gonna be knee deep in mud and was reassured when I heard there was a handicapped or walker’s trail.

We set off through the soggy fields with water in our shoes and curses on our lips, but not wanting to be stick-in-the-mud we continued on on past the snake in the grass, along the mossy brick banks of the ditch walking hand in hand with Little Jock, and towards the giant green water tower that looked like an alien spaceship from War of the Worlds. The French who took the rougher, straight and narrow path probably went red, white and blue in the face from cursing the crazy trail and the crazy hashers and their masochistic monsoon madness meanderings.

Back on the gravel path, the horrors and Fiddler and Fiddlee got onto a van and were pedaled to the cars.

Stalker Ashish pedaled part of the way and also huffed and puffed while trying to race DD. Fin. Dir. Airlink Francois was ready to pay the locals with his visa and master cards to fly him out of the wetlands but though he ran after the van to take the picture of the horrors we called him back to face the trail through the killing fields, with the rest of us. Duck Suck Carl, Pond Scum Afroze, and Manish then took us on a totally wrong trail and we squelched back to the cars having got our sneakers completely covered in the oligo-elements of the field trip.

Only LJ came back with interesting relics like white shell, white feathers, though I drew the line at white mushrooms, slippers and bones! I have decided to give them their hash handles of Shoe Licker and Shoe Polisher and they have their job cut out for them as I’m getting complaints from the French that their shoes still smell…Luckily we all had a change of shoes in the car and kept the sneakers in the boot (but even then the car started ponging after a while).

Organizing the circle was Afroze’s brother at Dalhousie Institute that Francois kept calling The Lousy Institute till he entered and saw the manicured lawns in front of the white washed club house and was bowled over. Living in Bengal Club, he misses being able to sit outside in the greenery. The Horrors were the first to discover the garden gnomes, the swings, monkey bars, swimming pool and tennis court and wished they’d brought along swimming trunks and rackets.

We sat on a long table on the lawn and drank beers and fruit juices at a long table after getting ourselves cleaned up best we could without any soap in the toilets. We gave up on the Down Down as the hares would have been shredded for not laying enough shreddies or proper trails to follow.

Bill and Sarah to whom I’d been giving running commentary from my mobile on our trails - trials and tribulations- joined us at DI for beers and some spicy snacks. Willy Wanker Shaun came to collect his horrors. We stayed till the mosquitoes drove Patricia away. Big Thanks, though not down downs, to Afroze, his brother and all for organising DI on what Bill told us was Anglo Indian Day .

Stalker Ashish has left this morning for Bangalore and I doubt he’ll be crowned Miss Nash Hash but he can bat his eyelashes and grin broadly like all the beauty contest babes. If asked What does it mean for you to be Miss Nash Hash he’ll probably just ramble on on on. So please take pity on him harriets and bring your sexy clothes, stockings, bikinis,wigs, mascara and make-up to the British Club so Bill and Sarah can bring along what’s gonna be called Mr. n Ms Nash Hash fake-up KRH#3 kit bag. Sarah is well prepared to represent us as Mr. Nash Hash. We’ll be sure to bring back pictures.

I've been repeatedly told by Raw Sex Sunil of Bangalore to kick Molester and Pants Down for not joining us in the Nash Hash. Topsurd Chintu would have loved to join but he's in Woodlands hospital suffering from hollow legs - something to do with a viral infection not over drinking!

Since this is Friendship week I leave you hashers with these choice friendship day (7th aug) smses received on my mobile phone. Replace friendship with Hash
· Friendship is like standing on wet cement ( or mud as in our case). The longer you stay the harder it is to leave and you can never go without leaving your footprints behind. Happy friendship day.
· A line knows no limit, unless you put an end to it. Hope our friendship is a line that runs…on on… forever
· Cheerful people are like sunlight. They shine into the corners of the heart and offer bright mornings and fresh hopes. Good day to one such friend. Enjoy friendship day.
· A special smile, a special face, a special someone I can’t replace. A special hug from me to you for the special friendship I’ve found in you. Happy Friendship day.
· And On, & On, & On,
xoxox
Late Cummer Neela
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posted by Calcutta Hash Walks @ 5:24 pm