Amol Apte

This chapter of my life is from my last few years in Beemanagar Colony and has very little connection to the colony itself. But then, I like to connect all my yesteryear fond memories with Beemanagar and this chapter is too close to me, as it has made me who I am today, professionally and in large part personally and hence it has to be part of Beemanagar Tales. Year 2003, I had just completed my law graduation and had come back to Indore after an unsuccessful job hunt at Pune. Realising the hard fact of life that Corporates won't offer job in legal department to someone passed out of an unknown college.  If I don't have the experience I don't get the job and I won't get experience till I have a job. I had come back to Indore. The plan was to join some advocate's office as a junior, learn a few things and gain experience. I didn't know any advocate and hence did have no clue where to start from. The only thing that I had in mind was I wanted to work...

S udeep was one of the few friends in our Beemanagar Gang who used to get a pocket money. None of us other than him or may be Guljeet (who joined our group at later stages of our school days) used to get pocket money.  Sudeep was this lean guy in our group whose dad was working with LIC, Mum used to work with the University and had two older sisters, Baju taai and Gulu taai. He was the youngest and the most 'ladla bachchaa’ of the family.  Happy Old Days Everybody in our group knew the immense love that Sudeep had for animals.  I still remember the days when me, Sudeep and Anand used to play in Community Hall ground with these stray cows and Sudeep had fondly named all of them. 'Shama’, 'Shyama’ and 'Kunti’ all the names were chosen by Sudeep based on some typical characters of those cows. Similarly the pups in community Hall were given names like 'John’, 'Johny’, ‘Janardan’ and the most interesting one being 'paduraam’. (that story can be res...