Who Is The Killer? (Concluding)

(fm Brightside.com)

Monk.. …..I think the killer is #3, because

  1. She has the easiest access to the ladies bathroom
  2. She has plenty of clothes on, which would hide wounds the victim inflicted in self-defense
  3. She has a worried look on her face
  4. The killer would likely have immediately gotten a knife after getting out of the bathroom to reduce evidence (perhaps from the guy behind her)
  5. Women get more personnel when murdering someone, because they get more emotional about that than men do. So then a woman may stab the victim, but a man would instead smother them with a pillow so they wouldn’t have to see their face.


Donn.. ….I think it the one wearing red shirt. If you look closely enough the torn piece of his shirt is under victim. Other indicators are the victim was with the other girl. The open purse is the probably the victims. The waiter looks suspicious because he is bringing her the drink and she is gone. The girl hasn’t ordered yet Because she is waiting on her. The guy with red shirt is eating with both hands watching to see if their is any suspicions while covering up the fact he doesn’t have a knife. He is pretending to use one. Look closely to left hand. Their is nothing. He left his in the restroom.


Dave ….., BA applied mathematics

It appears that the murder weapon was left by the body, and it appears to be a knife.

#2 and #3 have their knives.

#1 is definitely a suspect, as we can’t see whether he still has his knife. Nor can we see whether he has blood on his clothes.

The other suspect is #4. His right hand appears to be holding a fork, as most activities with a knife require both hands, one to steady the food while the other cuts or spreads. His left hand is grasping something which could be food, but doesn’t look like a knife. He appears not to have a knife. Also, his shirt is the colour of the blood.

It might have been suicide. She doesn’t have a number, but maybe the numbers are there to mislead us. The question doesn’t mention the numbers.

Therefore it could also be the server. He doesn’t have a knife.

The door is ajar. Maybe the killer has already fled.

Wait, I’ve got it! #4 is probably eating meat. That makes him an indirect killer of an animal. But, in a sense, aren’t they all then the killer?

Back to #3: The server looks surprised to see her. Maybe she has taken the victim’s seat. Maybe that’s the victim’s purse on the table. And… her knife! Maybe the garment she’s wearing was an outer garment taken from the victim. Maybe #3 isn’t even a woman.

Nope. I need more information.


Neil ……..Could be #1 as you can’t see his table to establish whether he has a knife.

#2 and #3 clearly have knives on the table. Although it would be quite easy to grab a knife from another table.

#4 appears to be using chopsticks? He’s also in the line of sight of #2 which would be careless of he killer.

Most plausable options are the waiter as he could walk around the restaurant unnoticed. He could easily get into the ladies toilet without the patrons noticing.

however. It Is my belief that the killer or victim was sat in the chair on the vacant table, top left of the picture. The chair is slightly pulled out, which suggests its recently been vacated. (Every other chair is nearly pushed in) Also – note the ajar door top right of the image – someone has just left.

I believe the attacker was known to the victim. Stabbing like this is a passionate crime. (Probably a cheating husband involved) and lack of defensive wounds suggests the attacker could get close to the victim.

TL:DR – the killer left the restaurant through the open door and isn’t on site. (Who stays behind to finish their pasta salad after killing someone?!)

source: I watch tv.


Finally Adam ………

So it was!

As much as solving the puzzle, it was fun to follow the loud thinking!



Who Is The Killer? (2)

(fm Brightside.com)

Continued from here.

Here’re some more responses selected for their own way of looking at it – it’s amazing, often hilarious, to see how human mind reasons out:


Fran… I’m gona say the red guy, his shirts messy, he has a fork and no knife, the chef guy looks towards him with a confused look as to say where is your partner as he brings a drink and it looks like a second plate of dinner

Avne… A lady is thi kill because their are 2 knife on the each table but on the women table their is only one knife one kinfe is in the washroom

Shon. I think the lady is the killer as that washroom can be use ladies only a male cannot enter their

Dani……. Those rule Don’t apply to murderer

Kai…. dani…….,, it would be pretty obvious if a man entered the woman washroom

Jasm… the waiter. he murdered and now he is in a rush to get orders to catch up.


Now comes the most elaborate solution!!! Note his background – he’s not a movie script-writer!

Chas. …. Mathematician, Physicist, CS engineer, Inventor

‘* as I see it there are 2 possible solutions:the most likely scenario is the murder is no longer in the restaurant. the riddle never specifically states that the people with numbers are the only suspects. it is likely meant to distract and confuse.

notice the table at the top left corner of the room. one chair is slightly pulled out as if someone got up and left. this is either the victims seat, or it was where the murderer was sitting before leaving. im in favor if the latter for the following reasons:

• the door is left cracked open. this, alongside the chair, suggests someone got up and rushed out.

• excluding the unset tables, the top left table is the only one without a drink. notice how the waiter is holding a cup, looking confused, just standing in the middle of the room unsure what to do (likely because the person who ordered the drink is no longer there)

• nobody with even half a brain is going to stick around a crime scene where the just murdered somebody. seriously who brutally butcher’s a woman with a knife through the heart a public bathroom of a public place, then sits back sown to resume their meal? unlikely.

• now let’s consider #4. I believe he is most likely a red herring. the “obvious” killer, the only one without a knife that we can see. however if you look closely he has no fork either; he is eating with chopsticks. if he did have a knife the table, I believe the unlisted killer took it off his table as he passed by to enter the ladies room (which just happens to be right next to the bathroom, and therefore easily accessible)

• next we have #3. the woman does look nervous, and is a woman and therefore would have access. to me that’s just a little too obvious. one more thing to throw you off the scent. it is more likely she is scared because she went to the bathroom while waiting for her food, and saw the body and didn’t know what to do. as a Muslim she would have a higher tendency to refrain from reporting what she saw for several reasons ( she is the first suspect that would be considered by police, and also may fear being unfairly accused due to racial stigmas regarding Islamic immigrants. she may also be in the US illegally, and is too scared to reveal the crime.)

• finally let’s consider number 1. he looks sketchy af; we can’t see whether he has a knife still or if there are any blood stains on him. however he is sitting right by the exit, carefully watching it. #1 is an unknown, but i don’t think he’s the killer. possibly an accomplice though.

I believe the murder went down like this:

T= 0:00 > 0:03

■ the murder walks in. sits down at the top left table. the victim is already present. the killer possibly waited outside until the woman went to the bathroom, at which point #1 informs the murder it’s time; but the whole accomplice theory is just another possible addition.

note: it is by no means required the killer have any accomplice, and #1 could be completely uninvolved.—

T= 0:03 > 0:05

■ the waiter comes by and the killer either orders a drink (if the victim was already heading for the bathroom at the time) or asks for some time to look at the menu before ordering anything at all (waiting for his moment to strike). after doing either scenario, he/she either just walks directly to the bathroom, asks to be excused, or waits until the waiter leaves and heads to the kitchen to opens the man’s/woman’s ticket. then proceeds to fill their drink.

T=0:04 > 0:07

■ while the waiter is in the kitchen the killer makes it to the ladies room. it’s possible he grabbed 4s knife as he passed by (only if 4 had a knife to begin with, if not then ignore this- he is using chopsticks after all)

the woman likely knew the killer, as the crime was enough of a surprise to the victim that she didn’t call for help. Only the scared woman #3 seems to have noticed. it was a quick, quiet, and unsuspected kill. probably a revenge murder on a cheating wife or something along those lines. He stabs her, and then exits the bathroom immediately (or he waits for his possible accomplice #1 to text him that the coast is clear (both the waiter being absent and the exit [which he’s clearly watching closely] is clear and accessible)

T=0:06 > 0:08

■ after ensuring the coast is clear, the murder casually but swiftly leaves the bathroom and heads for the exit, after reaching it he doesn’t even bother to close the door. he bolts as far as possible from the scene.

T= 0:08> 0:10

■ the waiter returns from the kitchen with the killers drink. however they are no longer on site, and so he stands there holding the beverage cup with a look of confusion on his face, in the middle of the room (the best point from which to survey the diner for the now missing man/woman)

If the killer has to be one of the numbered suspects present in the diner, than it is most likely #1 by general process of elimination. however I feel that this is too simple to be true, and much prefer my own personal theory 🙂


Would you grudge giving him an applause?

It’s interesting to see how many have got it for (rather, against) #3! Bl##dy misogynists:-) Or, she’s truly evil?

(To be concluded )


Who Is The Killer?

(fm Brightside.com)

Well, that’s the puzzle.

Enjoy reading these responses elicited, solution can wait! Of course don’t overlook the possibility of it figuring right there somewhere in them.



Why R…. It’s 3 – Murder in a Ladies’ WC. The person No.3 is also a lady who will have easy access to a Ladies’ WC

Muhammad A….But sir… the murderer left his knife near the dead body…. 
The lady have the knife on her table.

Prabhu R…..Muhammad A…., murder will bring her own knife not borrow it from hotel

Wayne C…….Prabhu R….., not a hotel to borrow the knife from…it’s a restaurant…


Adarsh S….WHO: #3 b-coz there is only one ladies and 3 zents and murder place is ladies toilet.  WHY: Bcoz she has no mony to pay

Erick M…….3-because she is looking suspicious

Sandeep K….3 because she is not eating anything and she is looking afraid

Shireen R……….2 is d(the) ans cos’ she was sitting with him

Tobenna N…….the waiter

Santosh T….3 her plate is shaking and bag is wide open

Sameena S……1 is the answer b’coz he is not having anything in the table

Malayandi P ….Answer is no 2. because there is two plates and a glass is there in front of that men

Mohan G….Suside

John S……1 no knife or food.


More responses, analysis and solution to follow:-)


Impressions from Chennai (Recent)

HiTech Ladies!

This shot of a Ladies Hostel was taken at a great personal risk!


Mind Your Steps

Walking on those uneven footpaths, the strap on the chappal (footwear) had snapped. Try as I did, could not find a shoe-smith to mend the break.  Back in the house, in an ‘Ah’ moment, it occurred me to ask the domestic maid who comes to clean the house where I could find one.

She laughed: ‘Thookki pottottu vera vanguweengala…adhai vittuttu…’

Translated: ‘Instead of throwing it away and buying a new one…you go around in search of…’

‘But it is only a strap that needs fixing.’

Appadithhan, Sir.’

Translated: ‘That’s what it is, Sir.’

Later I learnt if even I found one from the rarefied breed, he would charge in the least Rs 25/ even to look at it.


Letting My Hair Down

Even the sparse growth on the top was becoming bothersome in the summer heat. Had to have a much-delayed haircut that day.

There was a saloon near the house where we stayed with a fancy signboard announcing Rs 100/ for a haircut and Rs 80/ for a shave. Come on, a hundred bucks for a haircut? Must be one of those plush places that cloak you in use-and-throw sheets, spray imported perfume…didn’t need them.

Footed it up and down on the main street looking for a fair-price place. Could see a few, but they were not open for business – it was only 4-00 pm, or they were closed for repairs or had shifted to new premises a few miles away as the sign-boards helpfully informed. At the end of some twenty minutes, was on the verge of giving up when someone pointed me to a place I had crossed more than once during my search without noticing it.

Yes, there it was. No wonder I had missed it – it was tucked behind a canvas sun-shade curtain seemingly not gone for a wash in recent months.  

The place had two chairs and two men, one pair already serving a customer who, it was reassuring to see, appeared not unhappy in his predicament.

I was waved in to the other.  Inside, felt good to have finally found a place that would not be a rip-off. Though it meant a little more effort under the hot sun.

The chair was comfortable, the cushion letting out a sigh under my weight as I parked my posterior; and the cloth thrown over me appearing clean and fresh from a wash. No AC, so what? I was not sweating yet. Only had to keep my eyes away from the small wash-basin on the side that made one in an unreserved compartment of a passenger train at the end its journey look spit-and-polish clean. What was it to me as long as I didn’t have to use it, eh? One of those things to be taken in stride when one meant business.

Instructed my man to cut it real short for the summer. If one ever noticed, one’s hair is wont to play the devil. Mine – thin at the top, flowed like a mane on the sides, almost covering the ears and prick-y at places around the back of the neck. The man quietly set about going with a machine first, followed by the scissors and finally finished with a razor.

The job was done in a short time not entailing any great effort. No spray, no holding up a mirror to inspect the job done. No big deal. Felt immediate relief like a few oppressive kilos taken off my head – purely psychological, looking at it rationally, with so little removed.

I got up, shook myself clean, forked out a hundred rupee note from my pocket and offered it to my man asking him how much.

The note was wordlessly passed to the other man – younger of the two, also the proprietor, I guessed – who was free by now, continuing its journey to a collection box on the counter.

The young man, I could see, made no attempt to return the change. Heck, I am a reasonable guy appreciative of the service I get, but not so as to tip like a man with an aunt dying inestate.

Wanting to take the matter to its end, both logical and pecuniary, I pressed ahead with the query again.

‘It’s hundred rupees, Sir,’ said the young man calmly.

‘A hundred rupees?’ I cried incredulously.

‘Yes, Sir,’ he further assured me it was a tariff standardized by their Association of Barbers, Chennai. I could check up if I so wished.

I registered dissent: ‘But even the great-looking place near the street corner (the one near the house alluded to at the outset) claims to charge only hundred rupees, all inclusive. No hidden charges or options priced extra like cutting the hair, nettlesome taxes, etc…’

My feeble attempt at humour in face of adversity went unrewarded without a chuckle or even a hint of a smile.

‘Sir, they all do that,’ he explained. ‘Unlike us they employ kids totally untrained for the job. You for sure wouldn’t go there next time. Why…for next couple of weeks, you would emerge out of your house on the streets only after dark not wanting to be seen in daylight. And, with us, nobody would give you a second look as you go out from here right now.’

Ah, familiar words spoken here – the karma theory. The very words from customers, many years ago, on our project pricing vis-a-vis competition and our unassailable defense!

And, no second look, eh? Those self-congratulatory words were, I saw clearly as, double-edged.

Am digressing. Back to the nub of it:

Looked around in vain for a tariff board somewhere on the walls – there was none. May be the A-of-B-at-C did not think it was expedient to early-warn their poor unsuspecting customers, only to spring it on them later like their buses do on the road honking furiously when they are within inches of your behind.  

In no mood to start a scene, realized the case was hopeless. If our CBI’s against Raja comes to your fair mind, don’t fault your good self – the comparison by no means inappropriate though one was in high places and mine was in a barber shop.

Well (?), cursed myself for not checking it out before putting my hair between the scissors. Left the place holding back all those rather uncivil words crowding on my tongue threatening to roll out any moment, but not before handing a ten rupee note to the man who had served me – after all it didn’t seem fair to take it out on the poor man who had exerted though without a bead of sweat to show.   

Much later a disturbing thought occurred: What if my man was indeed the father of the young man? All in the family, you see? Dismissed it not wanting to feel miserable any more than it was already.

Am at an age where talking about one’s miseries with equanimity and mirth came easily. When I narrated the incident, my cousin for a moment stared at my pate and laughed: ‘Don’t tell me, dear fellow, you got it done squatting on the pavement…’ He enlarged on the theme to remove any misgivings I might have had on what he meant. If ever salt was rubbed in with vim and vigour on one’s wounds, this was it.

Seeing the look on my face, he quickly did the cousin-ly thing bringing on the balm: ‘My fellow, you know, I pay nothing less than Rs 250/ for my haircut?’

Thereupon I sneaked a glance at his crown and saw things showed up no better for such lavish self-indulgence. No topiary practiced there either.

Well (!), anyway, the information he shared did soothe the ruffled whatever remained of the hair a little bit. So, that was it. At hundred bucks a nip, mine didn’t seem to be too bad a deal by local norms, if one did not allow the mental picture wash-basin to unduly cloud the scene.  It was like the riddle where you’re required to make an already drawn straight line shorter without touching it in any manner and you do it by drawing a longer line alongside. Same with fails.  

Enough said. Are you non-Chennai folks out there listening? Rs 250/ for a haircut! In Chembur it is Rs 50 plus a ten rupee tip in a decent looking saloon, though small, with non-English tongued barbers in their civvies and a wash-basin that would pass muster – certainly not the khabootar-khana type.


How Selling is Done In Chennai?

Natural Chat!!

Here are two commonly played out scenarios, so different:  

At an eats shop:

If you ordered idli’s, idli’s are what you get, not vada’s

Any flaw in the logic? Read on:

‘Give me Parle’s Marie biscuits, make it the bigger pack.’

‘Parle? Sorry, Sir, we don’t have.’

Made a show of walking away gesturing disappointment.

No attempt to sell me Brittania or Sunfest Marie.  

Actually, this little game I play at shops just to see what they do with it – I know there is little chance or choice as Parle’s products are not widely stocked for reasons known only to Parle.  

Finally I asked for and got Brittania.

At a cloths shop:

‘You have banians for my size, larger than 110 cms?’

Never a pleasant experience. I get eyed like I’m a freak escapee from a nearby circus. So much so I wear my current stock to the point where the banians now have more holes than one hole to put my head through.

No surprises here: ‘No, Sir, we don’t have large sizes like that.’

Oh, so where do those mammoths one sees on and off the screen buy from?

By now I know enough of Chennai to ask: ‘You know where I can get it?’

‘Yes, there’s a place here, passing about half-a-dozen shops down towards Luz on the same side of the road. Wait let me show you.’

He ignores our repeated ‘never mind, we’ll find it’, leaves his counter, comes out with us halfway until the shop is in sight and then goes back even before I could thank him.


(there could be more!)



From Shanti Ravichandran’s collection of wit and wisdom:

Save The Girl Child!

My grandma always gave the cloth to a tailor who did not have children of his own:-)

Life is an illusion!

Trolling a mobile service provider:-)

No one is replaceable!

Know this, man!


A Grandma Solves A Vexing Question…

and more from A Joke A Day:

He was a philosophy major during his first semester in college. One day in a seminar class, they spent a great deal of time debating whether the glass was half full or half empty. After the class, feeling pretty good about himself and what he was learning at university, so when he went home, he tried to continue the discussion with his family. 

With maximum drama, he took a 12-ounce glass from the cupboard and poured in 6 ounces of water. Then took it into the dining room and placed it in the middle of the table. He proudly asked his family, “Can anyone tell me whether this glass is half full or half empty.” 

Without missing a beat, his grandmother replied, “Depends if you’re drinking or pouring.”

Blame For A Bad Team

Three NFL fans of a losing team were drowning their sorrows at a sports bar after the team lost yet again. The first fan said, “I blame the coach. If he developed better plays, we’d be a great team.” 

The second fan nodded and replied, “I blame the players. They just don’t try hard enough.” 

The third fan thought for a moment and then said, “I blame my mom and dad. If I’d been born in Boston, I’d be supporting a better team.” 

Trip Down Route 66

The wife and the man recently took a trip down Route 66. And they took side trips if it looked promising. On one of these side trips they passed this quaint country store. Then they we kept passing stores similar to that one.

After the third time the wife says out loud, “How many roads does a man have to drive down before he admits he’s lost?”


Tech support: “What does the screen say now?”

Customer: “It says ‘Hit enter when ready.’”

Tech support: “Well?”

Customer: “How do I know when it’s ready?”



Source: Contributed by Harry Finkelstein, barber7796, D-gellybean longfordpc.com, clipart-library.com, Consumerist and Twitter

Take A Break…

from solving world problems and go for this:

(don’t forget your coffee)

(vide Bright Side)

The Good

Find the odd one (10 secs):


The Bad

(12 secs)


The Ugly

(until they call you out)

A serial killer kidnapped people and made them take one of two pills.

‘Take any one of these two pills, your choice. One is poisoned and the other harmless.’

Whichever pill a victim took, the serial killer took the other one.

Each time, the victim died and the serial killer survived.

Question. How did the killer always get the harmless pill?


Answers in the Comments as always.

You are now fitter than ever to take on the evil:-)