Mousetrap

T'was pitch dark and silent. Suddenly the screams of a woman filled the air. Silence. A broadcast on the wireless informs that Mrs. Maureen Lyon was murdered in London at 3:30 in the afternoon.

 

Curtains up. The scene is that of a living room in Monkswell Manor, a guest house. Mr. & Mrs. Ralston are expecting guests and are doing everything to ensure that things are up to the mark. The bell rings and in comes Christopher Wren, an eccentric, excitable young man – bordering slightly on insanity – who takes an instant liking to Mrs. Ralston but is disliked by Mr. Ralston. The next guest is Mrs. Boyle, an elderly woman who starts finding fault with everything from the time she enters the guest house. Major Metcalfe comes in next followed by Miss Casewell.

All the expected guests are in and settled and the wireless informs that there is a huge snowstorm. Monkswell Manor is totally cut off from the outside world due to the storm. And then the bell rings again. Who is this unexpected visitor at this time of the night? Could it be someone related to the terrible murder of Mrs. Lyon? There is a silence in the air and finally the Ralstons open the door to the unexpected visitor, Mr. Parvaccini, who claims that his car broke down nearby and needs a place to stay for the night.

The Ralstons get a call from the police that a sergeant is on the way to their house to enquire about something very important, despite warnings that their house is inaccessible due to the snow storm. Minutes later somebody taps on the window. The window is opened and one can hear the storm outside, winds blowing fast and hard; and outside the window is the sergeant who has come there on his skis. The sergeant comes in, gets everybody assembled and announces that there is a murderer amongst them. The same person who killed Mrs. Lyon. And that there will be 2 more murders. The Ralstons try to call up the police and realize that the phone lines have been cut.

And then a second murder takes place, Mrs. Boyle has been strangled. There is the tune of '3 blind mice' in the background. Everybody is under suspicion. The eccentric Wren to the Major to the foreigner Parvaccini. As the sergeant investigates further, Mrs. Ralston starts to suspect her husband also. Nobody knows Miss Casewell's past and she is not very forth coming with it.

Totally cut off from the entire world, everyone a probable murderer and one more murder on the cards.. Will the case be solved? Will there be another murder? What is the motive?

Superb twist ending and brilliant performances, Mousetrap is indeed a play not to be missed. Mousetrap has a quintessential Christie plot with everyone under suspicion. The only disappointing thing with the play was that it was not chilling enough, the haunting tune of '3 blind mice' should have been used more often to create an effect.

57 years and still enthralling audiences at the St. Martin's theatre, watching Mousetrap is must-do for every London visitor(or should I say every Christie fan).

A westend night


Of late I have been in some sort of a slump. After the Scotland trip I have not brought myself to go visit any new places and mind has been pre-occupied with sad thoughts of not being able to visit any other country in the Europe(my VISA being valid only till August, I will have to travel 3 months the end date). After 2 uneventful weeks, it is again time to start rolling. The weekend is planned for with a probable visit to Oxford and the next long weekend might just be to Wales.. While these plans are yet uncertain and subject to change, tonight is all planned and confirmed..

Tonight is when one of my dreams will come true. That may be going too far, but what I am gonna do tonight is something I have always wanted to do. I am gonna watch the 'Mousetrap' at St. Martin's theatre. 'Mousetrap' is the longest running play in the world with more than 24,000 performances. 'Mousetrap' is a murder mystery written by the greatest Agatha Christie, whose ardent fan I am. The play has been running continuously for the past 58 years and even today the shows are all booked (or so I think, the online booking shows very few available seats for the whole of next month also). The audience is apparently told not to reveal the identity of the killer to anyone outside the theatre. Not of much help I guess, because the paperbacks of the same play are printed as '3 blind mice' and can be found world over. I am, however, glad that I never read the book even though it was in the local 'Star Library' in Moodbidri. Destiny, I say.

After a lot of deliberation I finally booked the tickets yesterday, the deliberation because the cheapest ticket was 18 pounds and the Indian that I am I was converting it to rupees. I quickly ran through the sites to see if there is a dress-code to be followed at the theatre(though not visible outside or at workplace, the pompousness and the overtly formal dressing of the Brits is legendary) and thankfully there was none. I am still playing it safe and am wearing my blazer to work today. The only other thing to do now is to take a print-out of my ticket and stop dreaming.

9 more hours to go and then I will witness a murder at St. Martin's..

MacBackpacking Scotland


A friendly bowling match arranged by the client marked the beginning of the exciting long Easter weekend. It was a 4 day weekend and my first trip out of London - to Scotland. The whole trip was planned and I was gonna tour Scotland with the MacBackpackers tour starting from Edinburgh. The bus ride from London to Edinburgh was memorable one, not because of the sights, but because of the snoring which kept me up the entire night. And after a long night I reached Edinburgh.


From the moment I met Haimish - the tour guide - I knew this would be a joy-ride. Haimish wore a Kilt and looked like a silly goat. Not because Kilts are silly, but because he was wearing one with army print on it. As long as the engine was on, Haimish also was on. He talked and talked and talked.. And when people were not listening, he talked to himself. Not really, but you get the idea. From the time we entered he regaled us with interesting stories about Edinburgh and Scotland's bloody past. From the rebellions to the murders to the myths to the legends. And when there were no stories he made fun of himself and the other travelers. He swore and then turned to the tour group and apologized and then swore again.



The tour first stopped at the William Wallace memorial and Haimish gave us some context on the building and the great hero. 








After 30 minutes by the memorial we set out towards the highlands of Scotland with a wee break in between to see Haimish's alter-ego. We met the more popular Haimish, a scot cow which had made a number of appearances in the telly.





For lunch we stopped by a beautiful lake – or Loch as it is called in Gaelic - with snow covered mountains visible in the far horizon.

Post lunch the scenery only got better and better. Never before had I seen such stunning landscapes. Snow covered mountains, rolling hills, meadows, lakes (Lochs) at every turn, moors.. So tranquil, so quiet was the place, so unspoilt by human intervention. We passed by some moors which were actually the least inhabited regions of UK because of the harsh winter climates. Everything around was so peaceful, including the water in the lakes which did not have even a single ripple. The reflections of the hills in the lochs were breathtaking. It's a pity that we could not stop by in many places and could only have a passing glance because it was a no-stop zone on the highway. So I was constantly clicking away from the bus trying to capture the sights, with many a photo having my co-passengers reflection in the window. We also stopped by a lake that looked like the map of Scotland and the Eilean Donan castle which is probably the most photograph castle in Scotland. And it is in this castle that the title song of Kandukondain Kandukondain was shot.

And it is on this trip that I fell in love with my camera. All along I thought there was something fundamentally wrong with the cam, but every pic I clicked this time came out perfectly. And the anti-shake is brilliant. The pic below was clicked from the bus by zooming up to 10X and there was so much vibration, and not the smooth undercurrent kid of vibration but the proper jumping kinds, but the pic came out so well that I was astounded.



We reached the Isle of Skye sometime around 6:30 in the evening. After quickly taking bath I set out click some pics of the beautiful, but weirdly asymmetrical, bridge which connects Skye to the mainland. A few great sunset pics later and after a short walk in the isle I headed back to the hostel. My fingers and ears were hurting by then, the temperatures in the highlands would dip notoriously low and though Skye was not technically the highlands, the temperature was equally bad. My hostel room had 6 beds and all six of us were IT Indians and for dinner we went to a Indian hotel in the island. It was zzzzzzzzz time after some real spicy food but thanks to my cold I had a blocked and runny nose together and the bouts of sneezing through the night kept me well awake.


The entire second day was only to explore the isle. Haimish took us to the Old man of Storr, a fairy river, Portree town center and then to a hill for trekking.  The trek lasted for 90 minutes and the views all along were breathtaking. From atop the hill, I could see a huge lake in the far distance and a tiny port and the roads and the striking landscape below. It was time to try out the Panorama mode in my camera to cover the sweeping landscape. And surprisingly the Panorama pics turned out very well.An old lady in a make-shift shop at the base of the hill was selling exotic burgers (there was bison, zebra and kangaroo burger), I settled for a cuppa of hot chocolate topped with loads of cream. Hot chocolate never tasted better J
We still had some more time after the trek and Haimish took us to a hill where the locals left presents for the fairies and where the wishes would come true. I thought it was a complete waste of time and Haimish was just trying to fill time.After the fairy hill we set off to Inverness (literally means mouth of river Ness) which is where our hostel for the night was. The city looked beautiful in the night and after some photo sessions and a terrible Indian dinner we called it a day.


The last days itinerary held nothing exciting except for the Loch Ness (the river Ness flows into the Loch Ness). Loch Ness is the biggest lake in Scotland and is home to the famous Nessie (Loch Ness monster). We visited Haimish's village Dores, one of the banks of the Loch Ness. Haimish had some interesting theories on the Nessie, which were quite Darwinian (am sure Darwin rolled in his grave). We then went to the Culloden battlefield where the last battle between the Scots and English was fought. Ruthven barracks is where we had lunch and got some great views of the mountains.

After a few more silly stops we stopped at Pitlochry, a small town which was made famous by Queen Victoria's constant visits and by her mention of it in her memoirs. We spent some time shopping Pitlochry (where I bought some shot glasses with a very obvious indication to do bottoms up) and set off to Edinburgh.

Other than the cheerful banter, Haimish also gave us an Easter egg filled with chocolate, a MacBackpackers T-shirt and a bit of the 12 years old Highlander's whisky. We reached Edinburgh at 6 on Sunday and the whole tour group split. It's a pity that nobody thought of getting a group photoL. The next day's tour of Edinburgh is not worth mentioning due to some unbloggable reasons as my blog has public access, but I did have a good time with the Free Edinburgh Tour. Ronnie, the tour guide for the free tour turned out to be Haimish's baap. At the end of the funny and informative tour I paid Ronnie a 10 pound tip on behalf of me, Ageesh and Siva.


The trip was all that I expected and more. However, I am kicking myself for a few things like:

  • Wearing a Kilt and playing a bagpipe
  • Not posing enough for the photos ;)
  • Not going on the Ghost Tour in Edinburgh
  • Not going on the Pub Crawl in Edinburgh (The crawl takes u to 5 pubs with drinks/shots in all pubs and a free entry to a disco for only 9 pounds)
  • Not getting even a single group photo (because there was a very cute Chinese in the group, whom I called Pazhtha Pazham)
All this and more on my next trip to Scotland. All pics at http://cid-c4482d468ae7a359.skydrive.live.com/browse.aspx/Scotland. Cheers!!!

Thank you

Apparently, you don't need to do anything for a Brit to thank you. I was just standing by the door and the guy who passed by said thank you. I can understand the Brits thanking me for holding a door open, but for standing by the door? A lil too much.. Or it was probably for minding my own business J

Cheery start to the scotland trip

I am fighting hard to stay awake. It's after a really long time that I am sleepy at work and I am hoping that my blogging efforts will keep me up(and also fool people around to think that I am working). Last night had nothing to do with my present state, I did sleep well. It is the after-effects of taking Avil, a drug for common cold. Ever since I have been trying real hard to not fall asleep, if only this had been my Aditi India office I would have gone home and slept for a couple of hours. Who could have imagined that a tiny pill could produce such a drowsy effect that lasts all day long.

I normally avoid taking drugs for common cold, but with the Scotland trip tomorrow I just could not take the risk. I took an Avil as soon as the first symptom of cold - sore throat - set in. I do not want to be holding a kerchief to my nose all through the trip, but in spite of my best efforts I think I will be busy tending to my leaky nose insteading of enjoying the sights. Cold is only the 3rd thing going wrong with this Scotland trip: First, it was a blizzard in Scotland which has covered most places in snow and weather forecasts predict heavy rains this weekend(as cheerful as it gets). Second, I cut my finger while chopping some veggies and the cut it pretty deep and the cold in London is doing nothing to help heal. My left hand is almost useless due to my crippled opposable thumb.. Wonder how other animals survive. And finally it is the goddamn common cold.

Scotland, here I come.. all bruised and broken.. :) :) :)