Triathlon Hash at different watering holes
Grand Master: Sexy Legs ChiruHare: Late Cummer Neela
Drey: Munir, Nicolas
New Shoe: Anne
Hashers: Francois and Madhuri
Religious Adviser: Nayana
Trail: Oberoi Grand parking lot=> Sharma’s Dhaba drive in=> the mangrove garden of Nazar Ali lane => Tolly Indigo Room => The Hub Taj Bengal
Dear hashers,
Last Saturday, 3rd September, we never made it to North Calcutta but we went to a number of different watering holes. Chiru, Madhuri and I got into Munir’s car at the Oberoi Grand portico around 5:15 and it started drizzling so we didn’t head out to Kumartuli to see the clay idols.
We cruised down Park Street and past the new Subway sandwich place near the Café Coffee Day off Elgin Road but parking was an issue so we ended up sitting in the car and having hot cha in clay pots at Sharma’s Dhaba on Ballygunge Circular road while listening to Madhav Chari an incredible jazz pianist from Madras. Munir is planning a holiday alone in Samarkand in October and Madhuri told us of her holiday as a young girl in Afghanistan.
Nayana was watching documentaries at Max Mueller Bhavan (MMB) and we picked her up hoping to still go to the Chinese Bar that Madhuri, Nicolas and Anne were really keen to discover. We headed to Nicolas’s house (walking distance from MMB but a circular car route) where chauffeur Amir was waiting. Nicolas wasn’t up for a hash walk having twisted his ankle in a pothole walking home from work in the dark streets. Once in their lovely garden, we were too comfortable to go to a sleazy Chinese Bar in Tiretti Bazaar. We’ve decided to do that on a non rainy day when we would enjoy it more after a hash walk.
Anne made us Pastis a very popular aniseed drink of Marseille like the Greek ouzo. After downing our drinks and peanuts we then continued to Tollygunge Club after dropping Madhuri to a cab. In the depths of depression, brought on by the blues or jazz, I sat quietly in the back seat while Chiru and Munir talked about how Calcutta could use a good jazz bar. I was in a bit of a blue funk, as I’m missing my bosom buddies Bill & Sarah and Patricia who called me from Paris that afternoon.
At the Tolly Club we decided to make ourselves comfortable in the Indigo Room. Chiru in round neck T shirt had to be given Munir’s removable collar that he tucked into his neckline to bend the Club rules. Nicolas has now decided to adopt Munir’s fashion and tailor. Munir who has to use the Club facilities or pay for it nevertheless, treated us to a steady supply of drinks, chicken lollipops and fish fingers with hot kasundi mustard. I stuck to ginger beer on the rocks while Nayana had a small bottle of red wine. Chiru, a hasher through and through, had beer while the rest had whisky sodas.
Francois, who was ready to join us around 8 p.m., after his Saturday siesta and work out, was the only one who actually had a Hash walk, as I suggested he take the Metro from the Bengal Club to the Tolly Club. Damp and cursing a blue streak rather like a beardless Captain Haddock, he finally found us in the Indigo Room. Over rum, coke and soda, he joined in our intensely metaphysical discussions on ghosts, God, religion, Love, sex and orgasms. Sex Guru Saw and other hashers were missed as we talked of the erotic sculptures in Konark. Francois and I made plans to go to the libraries on Sunday and get him a copy of the Kama Sutra (choice of photographs or temple art) to courier as a wedding gift to his friends in France. RA Nayana RAved while quaffing beakerfulls of the warm south and the Tolly beef steak. She may have scared a few regular members away before finally coming to the conclusion that zen Buddhism was the best way. GM Chiru summed it up before we moved on as - the best orgasm is one you don’t have to work for. On our way to the parking lot the inebriated got on the animal merry go-rounds and there was more merrymaking as Munir got on the slide and wet his bottom.
We were then headed to The Taj to meet Top Model Nethra who happens to be Raji’s cousin in town from Bombay for a leather exports fashion show. Sitting on the bar stools at our usual Sunday morning breakfast spot, we ordered Nayana’s favourite duck with pasta, seafood risotto:-p and dessert from the menu by the new Genovese Chef at the Taj. Francois was finally able to light his Cuban cigar :-@ If Bill and Sarah were here we might have persuaded the small singers at the Junction Bar in their micro minis and Italian leather boots to join us…
Let’s catch up on Thursday at the Brit Club to discuss the next Hash.
On, on,
Late Cummer Neela
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