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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Finally Adam ………

So it was!

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

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Romance On Rails (Updated)

A Vignette

Thirupparaithurai, our village, flanked by an endless roll of lush rice fields on one side and by the river Cauvery on the other, is some miles (<10) from the town of Trichinopoly (Trichy) – a place we spent some part of our annual school vacation (the rest in nearby Srirangam).

At the back of the sprawling house, some 100 meters away, ran a single train track, straight as far as we could see, to/from Trichy from/to Kulithalai/Erode (for some reason the track is not doubled even today and the station, sadly, stands decommissioned, overrun by weeds and vines, for want of traffic).

The track served a few long-distance trains and a couple of local trains for office-goers from villages around.  Standing out among them, even today, is the Pilot that fetches the commuters to Trichy in the morning and returns in the evening.

In those days it was widely rumored how the powerful bus operators were pressing on the railways to schedule the Pilot in a way it did not draw the crowd away from them during the busy hours! It may not be out of place here to mention the state has excellent network of bus services – you could go from anywhere to anywhere any time of the day (of course, some restrictions apply!).

It was for us an eagerly awaited daily experience to hear the whistle of the Pilot in the distance. We ran through the back-door of the house , past the long and full cow-shed, huge hay-stacks, the water-well and the toilet – yes, in those days toilets were located far back outside the house – to reach the back-door of the property. Beyond, the ground dipped into a grassy ‘valley’ to rise on the other side bearing the track, all within about 15 feet.

Standing at a safe distance from the track, we kept our eyes peeled and hands free and ready. First it was the dadak-dadak rumble of the wheels on the rails, soon followed by the puff-puff smoke-belching steam loco, slowing down as it neared a road-crossing and then immediately the station. As the loco passed us, we would frantically wave and shout to the driver to get his attention; he always stood on the side and leaning out to look ahead for safe passage – there were always people footing it across the tracks in a hurry even when the gate at the crossing was down barring road traffic and the train was almost there.  

For a few seconds, he would take his eyes off and look at us, return our greeting with a wave of his hand, his coal-blackened face breaking into a smile – enough to get us thrilled high!

We wouldn’t move until the train, after a halt of a minute or so, whistled and slowly pulled out of the station. A sad moment it was for us as it slowly receded from our sight and we trotted back to the house wordless.

Of course it was all forgotten soon as other distractions kicked in…until the next morning.

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For some reason, a railway train, particularly its steam, diesel or electric loco has been and is even now a sight that fascinates many, evoking awe at the machine and its brute power and speed. An enduring romance.

The Mumbai artist Biswas captures it on his canvas like it is!

From his profile:

Kishore Pratim Biswas lived near a locomotive workshop in Kolkata when he was a child. It was very easy for one to spot steam locomotives every now and then, and as an enthusiastic 5-year-old kid, he loved to run out and watch them go. He would then come back home and sketch what he saw. A giant locomotive surrounded by steam – the aura of that scene attracted him tremendously, and inspires him even today. The firemen and drivers at the workshop became his friends, and they would usually gather around to look at his sketches. He remembers listening to their stories and trying to sketch all their emotions on a piece of paper…

He graduated in Fine Arts from Government College of Art & Craft, Kolkata, spent a few years in his hometown, and then moved to Mumbai in 2009.

Here we go:

Update

After Kannan’s idyllic description of the scene near IIT, Guwahati (see in Comments), I had requested him for a few snaps. He kindly obliged with the following:

Here’s the strange thing with Agthori, perhaps unique in the vast railways network: the lone platform – seen in the pic – is some 300 mts away from the main station and its entrance! It seems the Station Master’s office and the entrance would be moved nearer to the platform once the land needed nearby is acquired.

Also if the train were to stop in front the present Station Master’s office, it would be required to go back a good 200 mts at least before moving forward and picking up enough speed to go over the slope ahead.


A view of the Station Master’s office at the entrance 


A view of Agthori railway station from the road over the bridge near IIT entrance gate.
A view of IIT staff living quarters

The locals n and around prefer to commute the distance of 20 kms to the city by road and, yes, a ferry across the mighty Brahmaputra!

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Source: thebetterindia.com/42929/locomotives-paintings-by-kishore-biswas/

It isn’t WYSIWYG – What You See Is What You Get…

It’s WYGIWYDS What You Get Is What You Don’t See!

Rather it’s what the Russian artist Gleb Goloubetski sees! And how!

Here we go:

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Romance On Rails

Nilambur
The name Nilambur is believed to have been derived from Nilimbapuram, which means the land of bamboo

The Green Tunnel in Nilambur
A train arriving at Vallapuzha station amidst of heavy downpour

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Source: travel.manoramaonline.com, facebook.com/ 147326999366262/photos/pcb.255283905237237/255283108570650/

When Words Are An Intrusion…



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Source: Tamizh Amudam, Mohan Hariharan, Push Pagaran‎ to படித்ததில் ரசித்தது, 100% சிரிப்பு இலவசம் all in FB.

I’m Never Alone…

…in my morning walks. Keeping company are ‘people’ that talk, show off…Mine is but to watch and listen.

For starters,


Three maidens growing bold and pushing themselves up catch my sight!


One of them lets me get pretty close. Intentions – of course, honorable. Ain’t she pretty?
“Siblings, alright…but we’re, as you see, different”

“So we are…”
“If we’re white, rest assured it’s not for fear”
“Ask me how to build your shoulders”
“Confetti? Oh…just back from a wedding.”
:Believe me, it’s not rouge”

“Seek, ye shall find, they said”
“We may fall from heights, but not from beauty and grace”

“We’re up and ready for the day, why aren’t you?”

Interesting company, eh?

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Source: All pics are from the front-yard of the house we’re in for now and where I take my walks, except the last one.

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