The Joshi Abhyankar serial murders have almost disappeared in the pages of history now. Very few within our generation have even heard of these stories, but it has indeed played a significant part in our past.
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The first murder took place on January 16, 1976. The victim, Prasad Hegde, was a classmate of the murderers. His father ran a small restaurant behind their college. The group of murderers decided to kidnap him for ransom. Picking him up on false pretence, they took him to Jakkal’s tin shed on Karve road and made him write a note to his father explaining that he had decided to leave home. They later strangled him and dropped his body by dumping it in an iron barrel, which they threw in the lake at Peshwe Park. They sent the note to his father the next day.
Now My reminisces about this snap and a bit more ….
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The first murder took place on January 16, 1976. The victim, Prasad Hegde, was a classmate of the murderers. His father ran a small restaurant behind their college. The group of murderers decided to kidnap him for ransom. Picking him up on false pretence, they took him to Jakkal’s tin shed on Karve road and made him write a note to his father explaining that he had decided to leave home. They later strangled him and dropped his body by dumping it in an iron barrel, which they threw in the lake at Peshwe Park. They sent the note to his father the next day.
Now My reminisces about this snap and a bit more ….
before the police found the dead body ….we the Panicker family went to Milton studio on MG road for this annual family photograph after which ...the family went for a picnic to the Peshwe Park with a picnic basket and home made tuck …
there is a pond in the park with a big stone or rock right at the edge of the water ...the common black rock of this region ...we kids were jumping and playing on it ….later when the story of the murder was published in the papers ...my parents noticed the time frame and where the body of the poor victim was found and they realised we had been playing on the rock near where the victim was found …. I remember hearing this story quite a few times ….
I had started formal school in June 1975 at the convent I passed out from and in October 75 ...I broke my left hand when the elder sibling pushed me off a wooden box we were climbing up and jumping down from ….when everyone got to know that my hand had broken and I was taken to the hospital by my Dad ….I was admitted to Ruby Hall Hospital ...the elder sibling got scared and got fever and an attack of measles ….then the younger sibling got measles ….and when I came back from hospital ...I too got measles....
so I missed quite a bit of Senior KG ….
I had skipped Lower KG nearly totally due to my fear of the Air Force truck which took me to the BRD school...as I had to sit on the floor of the truck and it was either dusty or muddy and I hated my uniform getting dirty and I used to bawl soooo loudly that my parents stopped my schooling ...
so when this snap was taken I had just joined back after quite a round of illness ...so the shoes are practically brand new ..
initially I would bawl to go to the convent too and then I broke my hand and got measles ...
when I was admitted to Ruby Hall Hospital ...I was sooo happy with a room with a phone and the works that I did not want to go home … I promised the nurse I would be back soon ...
and back I went to Ruby Hall Hospital in a siren blasting ambulance ...with a Proper crushed ulna, radius and humerus in 2006 …. it needed a 4 hour operation too …. however this time I wanted to run away from the excruciating pain and the hospital ...I argued and argued and got discharge on my own risk on the 4th day ….went to the college and took papers for correction ….and forced myself to correct with my left hand ….
Ironies in life are sooooooooo Weird ….
there is a pond in the park with a big stone or rock right at the edge of the water ...the common black rock of this region ...we kids were jumping and playing on it ….later when the story of the murder was published in the papers ...my parents noticed the time frame and where the body of the poor victim was found and they realised we had been playing on the rock near where the victim was found …. I remember hearing this story quite a few times ….
I had started formal school in June 1975 at the convent I passed out from and in October 75 ...I broke my left hand when the elder sibling pushed me off a wooden box we were climbing up and jumping down from ….when everyone got to know that my hand had broken and I was taken to the hospital by my Dad ….I was admitted to Ruby Hall Hospital ...the elder sibling got scared and got fever and an attack of measles ….then the younger sibling got measles ….and when I came back from hospital ...I too got measles....
so I missed quite a bit of Senior KG ….
I had skipped Lower KG nearly totally due to my fear of the Air Force truck which took me to the BRD school...as I had to sit on the floor of the truck and it was either dusty or muddy and I hated my uniform getting dirty and I used to bawl soooo loudly that my parents stopped my schooling ...
so when this snap was taken I had just joined back after quite a round of illness ...so the shoes are practically brand new ..
initially I would bawl to go to the convent too and then I broke my hand and got measles ...
when I was admitted to Ruby Hall Hospital ...I was sooo happy with a room with a phone and the works that I did not want to go home … I promised the nurse I would be back soon ...
and back I went to Ruby Hall Hospital in a siren blasting ambulance ...with a Proper crushed ulna, radius and humerus in 2006 …. it needed a 4 hour operation too …. however this time I wanted to run away from the excruciating pain and the hospital ...I argued and argued and got discharge on my own risk on the 4th day ….went to the college and took papers for correction ….and forced myself to correct with my left hand ….
Ironies in life are sooooooooo Weird ….
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