What a run... What a day... What a spectacular betrayal by the Rain Gods! 🌧️❌🤣
All week we prayed for a glorious monsoon hash, imagining ourselves dancing in the rain, splashing through puddles and looking like Bollywood heroes. Instead, the Rain Gods looked down and said...
"No rain for you lot... today you'll be steamed like momos!" 😂🥵
There wasn't much sunshine, but Mumbai's legendary humidity turned every hasher into a walking waterfall. By the first kilometre everyone was already dripping. By the third kilometre we had collectively donated enough sweat to refill Powai Lake! 💦🤣
The trail started from the iconic Shivaji Park, where every Mumbaikar has a story to tell. From there we wandered through the streets of Mahim and paid our respects at the peaceful Mahim Church. 🙏⛪ Even the most sinful hashers suddenly became saints... at least until the next beer stop! 😇🍺
The trail then rewarded us with breathtaking views of the Arabian Sea 🌊, the magnificent Worli Sea Link, cool sea breeze (well... for about 12 seconds 😅), and the unmistakable beauty that makes Mumbai magical.
What made this run extra special was the fantastic company. This wasn't just a Bombay Hash affair—our wonderful friends from Pune Hash joined in the madness too! ❤️ Nothing beats walking together, laughing at absolutely nothing, solving the world's problems (incorrectly), telling stories that become more unbelievable with every beer, and mercilessly blaming the Hare for every extra step! 🤣👏
Somewhere around the 5 km mark, everyone developed a mysterious medical condition called "Where's the bloody beer syndrome?" 🍺😂 But true Hashers never quit... they simply complain louder and keep walking!
Finally... after conquering 6½ kilometres of humidity, sweat, laughter and friendship, we staggered into Shivaji Park Gymkhana like victorious explorers returning from an expedition.
And waiting there...
🍺 Ice-cold beer...
🍢 Smoky kebabs...
🐟 Crispy fish fingers...
🍛 Delicious biryani...
At that magical moment, we all remembered why Hashing is considered a religion by many! 😍🍻
The celebrations didn't stop there. A huge cheer went up for our very own Proud Baby Dick, who proudly entered the wonderful world of grandfatherhood! 👶🎂🎉 The cake was cut, glasses were raised, hugs were shared, and smiles were everywhere.
Because Hash isn't just about trails...
It isn't just about beer...
It isn't just about getting lost...
It's about friendship, family, ridiculous nicknames, endless laughter, celebrating every milestone together and proving that growing older doesn't mean growing up! ❤️🍺🤣
A massive ON-ON to the Hare for a memorable trail, to every walker who survived Mumbai's giant sauna, and to everyone who made Run #631 another unforgettable chapter in Bombay Hash history.
Now hydrate... recover... wash the sweat off your Hash T-shirt (if possible 😂)... and start preparing your liver and your legs...
🚂 Next destination: KARJAT!! 🌿🍻
Until then...
ON ON!! 🍺🏃♂️🏃♀️💦🎉🤣
— Dr. Dolittle
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ON ON! ON ON!
Mumbai woke up with a pleasant surprise today. 🌧️🌥️ After weeks of being roasted like tandoori chicken in the unforgiving Mumbai summer, the Rain Gods finally took pity on us poor Hashers and blessed us with a refreshing morning shower. 🙏🌦️
The result? A perfect blend of rain, sunshine, humidity, sweat, and confusion — exactly the kind of weather chaos that Mumbai specializes in! 😆🌧️☀️
And what better way to celebrate it than with another legendary chapter in the history of Run #630! 🏃♂️🏃♀️🐾
The gathering point was the ever-popular NESCO Social, where eager Hashers assembled with excitement, confusion, and absolutely no clue about what was awaiting them. 😈🍺
🎯 The Trail Masters Strike Again!
Today's trail was masterfully (or should we say disastrously?) laid by our beloved hares Justine and Saurabh. 🐰🐰
Armed with blue and red ribbons, they confidently assured everyone that the trail was "easy to follow."
Well...
That statement aged like milk. 🥛😂
The ribbons were apparently placed using stealth technology developed by the military. 🕵️♂️🚩
Some Hashers saw them.
Some imagined they saw them.
Most never saw them at all. 🤣🤣
At several checkpoints, the trail looked less like a marked route and more like a city-wide treasure hunt organized by drunk color-blind pirates. 🏴☠️🍻
☀️🌧️ Two Seasons, One Run
The beauty of today's run was that Mother Nature couldn't decide what she wanted.
One moment we were enjoying cool monsoon showers. 🌧️🌧️
The next moment the Mumbai sun returned with a vengeance, trying to evaporate us alive. ☀️🔥
Hashers were simultaneously wet, sweaty, confused, and happy.
A completely normal Mumbai day. 🤷♂️😂
🤕 Casualties of War
No Hash run is complete without a little drama.
Today's unfortunate victim was Shahrukh, who had a close encounter with the footpath. 💥🤣
After his tumble, he discovered a leaking pipe under one of the Metro pillars and proceeded to wash himself there.
Standing under the flowing water, cleaning off the evidence of his battle with the footpath, he suddenly looked exactly like he was starring in a classic Liril Soap advertisement! 🚿🧼😂
Arms wide open.
Water splashing everywhere.
Pure Bollywood glamour.
For a brief moment, we weren't at a Hash run.
We were on a television commercial set.
The laughter could probably be heard across half of Goregaon. 🤣👏🤣👏
🔥 Naming Ceremony – Three New Victims!
After somehow surviving the trail, everyone gathered for the sacred Circle. ⭕🍻
Unfortunately, there was no ice available. 🧊❌
But since imagination is free, we simply pretended the ice existed and proceeded with the usual roasting session. 😂🔥
Three brave souls were dragged into the center and officially baptized with Hash names:
🎖️ Justine → Diplomate Me
☕ Saurabh → Latte Lust
🍆 Ganesh → Loaded Semen
The Circle exploded with laughter, accusations, denials, counter-accusations, and the usual highly scientific Hash investigations. 🤣🍺🤣🍺
Nobody was spared.
Nobody ever is.
🍺 The Real Finish Line
With the formalities completed, everyone migrated to the true destination of every Hash run...
THE BEER! 🍻🍻🍻
And what a finish it was!
The Social served endless rounds of delicious food. 🍗🍔🍕🌮
Cold beer flowed like the Ganges. 🍺🍺🍺
Stories became funnier.
Falls became more heroic.
And distances became longer with every pint. 😂
❤️ The Spirit of Hash
As the evening progressed, something magical happened.
People from different countries 🌍
Different religions 🙏
Different cultures 🎭
Different professions 💼
Different backgrounds 👨🔧👨⚕️👨🏫👨💻
All sat together under one roof.
Laughing.
Drinking.
Sharing stories.
Being friends.
That is the true beauty of Hashing. ❤️🐾
We may start as strangers.
We may get lost together.
We may curse the hares.
We may fall.
We may get drenched.
We may get sunburnt.
But at the end of the day, we become one family.
And that, dear Hashers, is why we keep coming back. 🍻🐾❤️
🎉 ON ON TO THE NEXT ADVENTURE! 🎉
Keep running...
Keep drinking...
Keep getting lost...
And keep blaming the hares! 🐰🤣🍺
ON ON! 🏃♂️🐾🍻🌧️☀️🤣🍻🐾🏃♀️
"In Mumbai, if you don't like the weather, wait five minutes... and then blame the hares anyway!" 😈🍺🐾I
ON ON you mad bunch of dehydrated legends!!! 🤪
What a run!!! Under the full blast nuclear reactor also known as the Mumbai sun ☀️🔥 — this was not a run… this was survival training sponsored by Satan himself 😈
After 1.5 HOURS of legendary roading 🚗🚕🚙 (and questioning all our life decisions), we finally reached a location that was worth every drop of sweat 💦 — sea breeze, killer views, and zero regrets (okay… maybe a few 😜).
But WAIT… where were the rest of you??? 🤨
Seems like many hashers chose AC + sofa + Netflix over heatstroke + glory 🛋️❄️
SHAME SHAME 😏
Only 12 brave souls 💪🔥 showed up — the true warriors of the Hash Kingdom 👑
Trail took us through:
🐟 Fishy bazaars
🌊 Coastal vibes
🤢 Dry fish zones where the smell hit harder than a hangover
Special mention to our firang hasher Justin 🇺🇸 — who got a full “Smells of India” experience 😂😂 Bro didn’t just run… she inhaled culture 💀
Through narrow gali’s, fishing villages, and mystery turns… we marched on 🏃♂️
Then came the BIG CONFUSION 🤯 — trail vanished for 300 meters!!!
No marks ❌
No clues ❌
Only blind faith and random locals giving directions 😆
But like true hashers — we NEVER GIVE UP 💪
(Also because going back was not an option 😜)
Finally… DEAD TIRED 😵
Legs gone ❌
Bodies boiling ♨️
Clothes = fresh from tandoor 🔥
We hit a rest point where COLD BEER 🍺 = GOD 🙏
Instant resurrection!!! 💀➡️😇
Then AGAIN… ON ON!!!
Completed 6 KM…
…but felt like 25 KM ULTRA MARATHON 😭
And then came HEAVEN 😍
🍺 Ice cold beer
🍗 Killer biryani
😂 Non-stop bakchodi
Followed by EPIC ROAST SESSION 🔥
Jaideep & Chirag absolutely DESTROYED everyone 🤣🤣
No one was spared… not even dignity 💀
❤️ But here’s the real talk…
Once a month… we become a FAMILY 👨👩👧👦
No stress ❌
No tension ❌
Only madness, laughter, and being kids again 😍
So WHY are numbers dropping??? 🤨
Come on you lazy buggers 😏
At least ONE SUNDAY a month — give it to the Hash family ❤️
Because this… THIS is life 🍺🏃♂️
ON ON!!! 🍻🔥
ON ON you bunch of directionless legends, liver athletes, and heat-resistant specimens 🍺🏃♂️😎🔥
This Sunday’s masterpiece by the glorious Bombay Hash House Harriers in the concrete jungle of Malad 🌆🤯 was not just a run… it was a full-blown social experiment to test how long grown adults can survive without basic navigation skills 🤡🧭❌. The so-called “trail” had taken early retirement 😴 because there were absolutely NO markings — no flour ❌, no arrows ❌, no brains ❌… just blind faith and poor decision-making 😂. It was a LIVE RUN 😱 meaning the only instruction was “follow the group”… which worked beautifully until the group disappeared like our stamina after 1 km 🏃♂️💨😵💫.
Soon enough, we had mini tribes forming at every junction 🧑🤝🧑🤔 each confidently heading in completely WRONG directions ❌➡️❌. At one point, a few of us proudly followed a “group” for a solid 10 minutes… only to realize they were just innocent morning walkers 🚶♂️ wondering why sweaty lunatics were chasing them 🤣🤣. Every turn became a full-on board meeting 📢 — left? right? straight? or directly to the bar? 🍺😂 Naturally, most of us chose wrong… consistently and confidently 🤡👏.
And just when we thought things couldn’t get better, enter BMC — the real trail setters of Mumbai 🚧🤣👏. The roads were dug up so beautifully that it felt like we had been transported from Malad to some off-road jungle trail 🌴🕳️. Mud patches, broken paths, surprise obstacles… it was like a customized Hash Adventure Park 🎢😂. At one point someone actually got excited shouting “Finally some trail!” 🤩… forgetting we were still in Mumbai 🤣. Shoes were no longer footwear — they became limited edition mud sculptures 👟💩🔥.
The March sun meanwhile was not shining… it was personally supervising our roasting ☀️🥵🔥. It grilled us evenly from all sides like premium tandoori items 🍗😂. Sweat was pouring 💧, energy was evaporating 💨, and life choices were being questioned deeply 🤯. One genius even tried running faster to escape the heat 🏃♂️💨… only to discover that physics and Mumbai weather don’t care about your enthusiasm 🤣👏.
Through all this chaos 🤡 confusion 😵 and slow roasting 🔥 the only thing keeping us alive was the holy vision of BEER AT THE END 🍺✨😍. After what felt like an ultra-marathon but was actually 7.5 km of pure character building 🏃♂️💀 we somehow crawled, dragged, and hallucinated our way to Pop Tate’s 🍻🏁 — our promised land 😇. And just like that… RESURRECTION HAPPENED 💀➡️😎. Dead Hashers came back to life, smiles returned, and suddenly everyone claimed they “knew the route all along” 🤡😂.
Draft beer started flowing like divine blessings 🍺🍺🐐, fish and chicken were attacked with zero mercy 🐟🍗🔥, and the real marathon began — gossip, nonsense, and highly exaggerated survival stories 🤣🗣️. Adding to the madness, we had a brave soul from Bangalore Hash House Harriers 🎉 who probably came expecting a decent Sunday jog… but instead got enrolled in a Mumbai survival workshop 🥵🤯. Welcome to Bombay Hash my friend… confusion guaranteed, therapy not included 😂🍻.
And just when you thought the circus was over 🎪🤣… the circle delivered another historic moment 🎉🔥 — a grand RENAMING CEREMONY 🏷️👏. Dr. Priyadarsh, after clearly demonstrating the rare talent of communicating with everyone and everything (except the trail) 🐒🐕🤣, was officially christened DR. DOLITTLE 🐴🐶👑. The honour didn’t stop there… he was also gloriously dragged into the legendary MS Management Committee 😎💀 — which, as we all know, means handling all the most prestigious responsibilities… aka ALL THE DIRTY DONKEY WORK 💩🐴🤣👏. A promotion nobody wants… but everybody gets eventually 😂🔥.
In the end, this wasn’t just a run… it was a masterclass in getting lost, surviving the scorching March heat, trusting random strangers, and most importantly… running purely for BEER MOTIVATION 🍺🏃♂️💥. ON ON to more such questionable decisions, magnificent confusion, and legendary memories you beautiful idiots 💀🔥🍻
Well… writing about your own Hare-ing is like praising your own bedroom performance 😏… difficult, embarrassing, but someone HAS to say it was good 🤣. And let me tell you… Hare-ing is NOT a kids’ game. It takes planning, sweat, madness, and the ability to lie confidently while innocent Hashers suffer behind you 😈. So first, a big salute 🍻 to all the previous Hares who have tortured us so beautifully over the years. Respect… and revenge will be taken! 😜
Now about RUN 627… in this scorching heat 🥵 you all still turned up. Either you are mad, or you heard there was free beer 🍺. The best part? Uniformity! 💙 All in blue… we looked like the Indian Cricket Team… except instead of chasing balls, we were chasing trails and losing both breath and dignity 🤣.
The jungle trail 🌳, the hills, the sweat, the confusion… and that romantic run around the lake (which we proudly named French Riviera 🇫🇷 because imagination is stronger than reality after beer 🍺😂)… everything was perfect. Some Hashers even found new “shortcuts” with their special running partners 😉.
Big moment 🎉 – we launched our new website:
🌐 Bombay Hash House Harriers – www.bombayhash.org
Please give suggestions, improvements, complaints, and gossip. Also share your photos 📸… especially the embarrassing ones. Blackmail material is always welcome 😈.
And now… the real icing on the cake 😏🍺…
For the first time in recent sinful history… THREE hashers were upgraded from Dickless / Cunt to official Hash names!
ALL HAIL!!! 🙌
🍻 Dr Priyadarsh Vasanthan – Shakes-his-Spear
(Still on hold… members want more performance reviews 🤣)
🍻 Alistair Fernandes – BoGo
(Buy One Get One… ladies, please confirm the offer validity 😜)
🍻 Cheryl Moraes – Nano Bomb
(Small size, big explosion 💣🔥)
So when you meet them… don’t behave like decent people… ASK THEM WHY! 😈
Huge thanks to the Miss Management 💃 for guiding, supporting, and controlling this beautiful chaos. And big love ❤️ to the Hashers who travelled from Pune and Nashik to honour us and get equally abused.
Let’s meet next time with the same strength, madness, and even bigger numbers! 🐰🍻 On On!
ON-ON you unstoppable pack of walkers! 😜🎉
Run #626 kicked off at the iconic Mahalaxmi Race Course, Worli 🐎
Before rumours start — no horses were raced, chased, or overtaken 🐴❌
Instead, we proudly survived Mumbai’s finest CONCRETE JUNGLE 🏙️💥
This was not just a run… this was an INTERNATIONAL HASH CIRCUS 🌍🍺
We were honoured (and slightly corrupted) to host guests from:
🇯🇵 Japan — BIG in Japan 😎🎌
🇺🇸 USA — straight from the US Consulate 🧐🍻
🇬🇧 UK — and yes, NOT OUT is proudly from the UK 🇬🇧😂
The pack enjoyed a “run” (read: beautiful walk 😏) along the stunning Worli Sea Face 🌊✨
Graceful hand waves to Isha Ambani 👋💎 (still waiting for her first ON-ON 🤞😜)
Chaos followed us as usual 😈
🚶♂️🚶♀️ Hashers crossing paths with LOLLAPALOOZA pilgrims 🎶🎤
🍩🥐 City Bakery trying hard to break Hash discipline 🤤🔥
But discipline prevailed (for once!) 💪
No stopping, no snacking, no bakery betrayal 🚫🥖
Because the FINAL CIRCLE awaited 🍺🔔
And OH WHAT A CIRCLE 🤩🔥
🍺 Beer flowing like monsoon drains
🍢 Kebabs vanishing without witnesses
🍗 Chicken & 🐟 Fish running faster than Hashers
🍛 Khichdi & Biryani restoring global balance 😌🙏
🙌 SPECIAL TANK YOU! 🙌
🐾🔥 Porus & Katy — for laying a legendary 10 KM TRAIL through the concrete jungle 🏙️
Proof that even in Mumbai traffic, HASHERS ALWAYS FIND TRAIL 😜🍺
Big howls and sloppy hugs to:
🎉 Madeline and friends
🇺🇸 The US Consulate crew — officially inducted into Hash madness 😈🍻
🇯🇵 Akiko — BIG in Japan, BIGGER in spirit ❤️🎌
Endless laughter, premium gossip, and highly unreliable stories filled the circle 😂🗣️
A beautiful walk, zero pace, unlimited food — PERFECT HASH ✔️
📣📣 HASH ANNOUNCEMENT – SAVE THE DATE! 📣📣
🐾🍻 NEXT HASH RUN 🍻🐾
📅 22nd FEBRUARY
📍 YEOOR HILL, THANE 🌳⛰️
Hills, beer, and excuses guaranteed 😜🍺
Until then…
ON-ON! ON-ON! ON-ON! 🐾🍻🔥
👉 If you remember the trail, you didn’t drink enough. 😎🍺
📅 9th January – The Great Hash Migration Begins! 🌍🐕🦺
On the glorious 9th of January, Panchgani witnessed something historic 🚨 — hashers invading from all corners of the world 🌏
India chapters marching in full force 💪, with international legends flying in from London 🇬🇧, Kuala Lumpur 🇲🇾, Nairobi 🇰🇪 and many more miles, miles, and more miles ✈️🚂🚗 — just to drink, run, sing, and forget directions together 😜
This, my dear hashers, is the TRUE SPIRIT OF HASHING ❤️
Strangers on Day 1, family by beer #2 🍺
A special mega-sized THANK YOU 🙏 to GM Ketki (Bonsai) of BH3 🌱 — the master puppeteer who somehow aligned humans, booze, trails, hotels, and chaos into one perfectly confused masterpiece 🎭
Behind her stood the rock-solid MMC Bombay, working silently while we worked loudly 🍻
By nightfall, the air was thick with laughter, hugs, whistles, hash songs sung completely off-key 🎶, and the strong feeling that sleep was optional 😴❌
On-On to Day 2!
📅 10th January – Trails, Tales & Total Madness! 🏃♂️🍓🍺
Ahhh… Day 2 😎
The day when legs complained, but hearts said “ON-ON!” 💥
Set against the breathtaking beauty of The Ravine, Panchgani, our heroic Hares unleashed trails full of:
Steep climbs ⛰️ (why so vertical?! 😵💫)
Dreamy plateaus 🌄
Fields so scenic we forgot we were suffering 📸😂
And then came the legendary Strawberry Trail 🍓🍓🍓
A 7.5 km nature paradise — calm, green, juicy, and Instagrammable 😍
Some of us tasted strawberries…
Some tasted mud…
And RUNNERS, being runners 🙄, casually added 10 km extra, turning it into a heroic 17 km “because we can” trail 🏃♂️🔥
Evenings?
💃 Dance floor destroyed
🍺 Numbers played (and forgotten)
🍽️ BH3 gastronomically overpowered us with an epic dinner
Special hats off 🎩 to: 🔥 FUBAR
📚 Whakopedia
✨ Shining
🔁 Come Again
🌱 Ketki (Bonsai)
😈 and of course… Baby Dick (yes… twice… because why not 😜)
The night ended the only way a hash night should —
laughing, dancing, singing nonsense, and bonding like a mad global family ❤️🌍
📅 11th January – The Hangover Goodbye 🥹🍳🍺
And then came Day 3…
The Hangover Trail 😵💫 — gentle on paper, emotional in reality 💔
Fuelled by:
Strong breakfast 🍳
Weak legs 🦵
Stronger memories 🥹
We walked, jogged, shuffled, and emotionally dragged ourselves through the final trail… knowing what was coming next 😔
The goodbyes…
The hugs that lasted longer 🤗
The “see you soon” promises 📆
The feeling that this wasn’t an event — it was FAMILY ❤️
As hashers slowly dispersed back to their destinations — India, London, Kuala Lumpur, Nairobi, and beyond — one thing was crystal clear 🍻
👉 Nash Hash Panchgani 2026 wasn’t just run… it was LIVED.
A massive THANK YOU once again to Bombay Hash House Harriers, MMC Bombay, and especially GM Ketki (Bonsai) for gifting us memories that will echo in hash songs forever 🎶
Until we meet again…
ON-ON! 🐾🍺
Dr. Priyadarsh BH3
Run happy. Drink responsibly. Misbehave consistently. 😜