riddle bog

While I was getting happily bored and was wondering what to write today in the blog, along came this ridiculous forward on the blackberry messenger.

Solve the case:- A man was found murdered on 26.1.2006 at noon in Bombay. His wife called the Police. They questioned everyone. Wife: Sir, I was sleeping when the murder took place. Cook: I was cooking; Gardener: I was picking vegetables; House maid: I went to the post office. Children: We went to play. Neighbour: We went to marriage. POLICE ARRESTED MURDERER IMMEDIATELY.... who is it? Rply IF u r brilliant but with reason...

My reply: I know what you are thinking but you are wrong. Well technically the maid can go to the post office and then find out that it was the 26th of Jan and hence the postmaster is at home with his family watching the republic day parade. By the time she gets back, the poor guy got killed. I would jail the gardener as there is no garden in a Mumbai house where you grow vegetables. An odd rose maybe, but growing vegetables in your garden is just not seen in Mumbai. And possibly the kids were in it as well as no kids go out to play, they either watch TV or play PS2. And surely no housewife in Mumbai with kids sleeps at noon. So the housewife was having an affair with the gardener and those kids were their illegitimate children who all conspired to kill the fellow. Only the cook and the maid were innocent in all this. They were having an affair with each other. And the cook came to know about the plot and sent the maid to the post office knowing that if she is out of the house for something then she would have an able alibi. Its a gujju household and the cook normally kills by serving fatty fried food which is perfectly legal albeit equally dangerous, hence everyone one knows that no cook will kill directly if an equally effective and legal option is available.
What say Watson?

What did the chicken tell the doctor?

“Dad?”, she asked while we were driving through some uneventful part of the journey in the morning. Its always fun to have a chat in the morning while I drop her off to her bus stop. You never really know what to expect… a song sometimes, a joke, an incident or a poem… and sometimes we get a moody silence. “yes” “dad, I will ask you a riddle?” “sure”. She and her school friends have gotten into this riddle thing with clever pun built in. a nudge had been provided in the right direction by their reading of the kiddie magazine called hoot. An example of the fare dished out is - what do you call a big mouse? – answer – enormouse. And more stuff there from where it came from. You have to hit the outstretched palm of the riddler to give up and get the answer. So most of the time you don’t win and more importantly you don’t know what to expect.
“Dad, what did the chicken say to the doctor?” errr… ehhhh… hmmm. ‘I give up. Tell me.” “No, you have to guess at least five times before you can give up” “huh”. Not fair… I don’t know shit of this but I know better than to argue. So I blurt out the only thing that comes to my mind “happy birthday?”, “no”, “happy anniversary?”, “no” “happy diwali”, “happy Christmas (sic)”, “happy new year”. “No, give up?” Ya sure… the five choices went off pretty fast eh? “Give up” I say and slap her outstretched hand. “The chicken tells the doctor – I think I have people pox”. Ha ha ha. “Nice one. You learnt it in the bus?” “No, I just thought of it”. “You sure” I thought she was kidding me for sure. “Ya, I was thinking about fever then I thought about chicken pox, then I thought about people pox, and then the riddle”. Hell that was pretty good. My daughter’s first real PJ riddle –

What did the chicken tell the doctor?
Doctor, I think I have people pox

I repeated it for sentimental value. Hehe.
I couldn’t help but get her to call Jasmine and get Jispa to throw the riddle at her, with five trys and et all.

riddle me ree

‘What is it that never ends?’ a voice comes in from behind the car. “numbers” I answer. “no not numbers, except numbers what is it that never end?” “uhhh…..hmmmm” I am trying to concentrate on the road. I try and swerve through the two dogs, 42 men in lungis, three goats and six cows. “sky?” I ask hopefully. I assume the riddler has not read Einstein’s theory on time and space being curved and hence technically the sky is finite (or something like that). “noooo. Sky can end nah? Beyond the galaxy sky ends nah?” “ok” I think that could be right. I wonder why it required an Einstein to figure that out. So what never ends? “I don’t know, you tell me” A hand comes in from behind my seat with the palm outstretched. Why is that you wonder? Silly you. You don’t get any answers in a riddle unless you officially give-up and the ritual for an ‘official give-up’ is to slap the palm of the riddler before you get any wiser.
I slap the palm with one hand. The other hand still swerving through the infinite mass of humanity roaming around with a small bucket. Half going towards their morning beckoning with their small container full of life sustaining liquid; the other half coming back with their empty containers, the liquid being used for more earthy utilities.
“LIFE” the answer comes in a matter-of-fact tone. “laaiiiiffff?” “ya life”. Hehehehe. I can bury this one. Life is not infinite. People die all the time. Everything dies all the time. I will win this round, I smirk to myself. “but life can die” I blurt out. “but if many people die some others will remain nah?” “ what if a bomb bursts and all of us will die” “then also there will be life. See. When the dinosaurs all died then man came nah? Like that life will always be there.” Oh shit. “You are right. Some bacteria, some organism something will always remain… ALIVE”. “ ya, god will there to put more life”
Quick thoughts raced through my mind. She is right. Even if we bomb the world, radiate it, pollute it, screw it, some life will remain. It is, to my mind, impossible to wipe out life completely. Possibly history is playing a funny trick on us. There is an infinite cycle at play. Organisms create life as we see it, we develop, progress, bomb the shit out of everything, all die out; back to organisms, living again creating new life again, possibly a new set of patterns, different types of living things, bombing polluting, fighting the shit out of each other, dying and then again...
Oops, I can’t over take on this curve, too many people walking on the road and the possibility of mad BEST buses coming from that side. Stay in.
hmmm… a six year (six and HALF) ya ya.. ok... a six and a half year old’s riddle logic can be quite .. quite… ummm… quite… I don’t know. I give up. Where is the palm for me to slap?