Miley Sur Mera Tumhara

Miley Sur….Mera Tumhara…

I still remember the public service advertisement that Doordarshan once aired (miley sur mera tumhara…) kind. Such advertisements still air of course except that I like many millions don’t want watch Doordarshan any more or listen to All India Radio any more. Most of these advertisements were rather staid and dowdy and there was not much to commend them. Except of course the message itself. In those innocent days, we used to laugh at them and try to take a break when they came on. But I miss them now and miss them horribly. Growing up sneering at those famous “unity in diversity” advertisements and social studies lessons, any time and every time I came across them, I realize what a purpose they served and perhaps silently and unobtrusively, even in the midst of seeming derision, these messages served to knit the heart of the country together.

Perhaps those who listened and imbibed those messages inspite of every thing had managed to keep the country around and united all these years. Those advertisements came to mind again after I heard of Harbhajan Singh being censured by first the Sikhs and then the Hindus for his act of “glorifying” Ravana through his actions on a television dance show recently. It made me stop and think as to how thin the walls of tolerance are in our country today. Of course the morality brigade on Valentine’s day has always been there but preoccupied these days by our following the increasing intolerance towards Muslims and Christians, we have forgotten the chilling fact, that these days it is not enough any more to be a Hindu alone in this supposedly tolerant of other Hindu beliefs, Hindu majority secular country. No – indeed you have to be a particular kind of Hindu.

This is no defense for Harbhajan Singh and Mona Singh and their conduct. Personally I would say that shows like Ek Khiladi Ek Hasina suck any way and ought to be condemned to death for their crassness any how, whether or not the duo purported to be Ravana and Sita jamming on stage. But, Ravana has been glorified before – by Periyar Ramasway of the Dravida Kazakham in anti brahminical protests and who saw Ram as a literary and religious symbol of bigoted racism and saw the tragedy of Ravana and Sita as symbolic of the plight of the millions of Dravidians in India who were stripped off their Dravidian (Tamil) language and victimised by the caste system as Shudras (lower castes) and Panchamas (outcast - untouchables).

Even concluding that Periyar was an unconventional man and an iconoclast, it speaks of the tolerance of the times that he was able to speak and talk and write thus. Besides Periyar, even in the main stream of Hindu thought Ravana was and is eulogized in places and even this year he was honoured and praised in Allahabad as a learned Brahmin following a tradition that reports say go back at last 500 years.

For that matter, you have to be a particular kind of Muslim too to count as one. Zia Ur Rehman, one of the terrorists nabbed from Jamia Nagar and interviewed by India Today. Zia spits at hi father’s conventional piety and says that he (his father) does not know Jihad for Allah and that he would happily plant a bomb in the market where his mother buys her daily provisions because she would get a fast track to jannat that way. Peering into the mind of the young jihadists caught in Delhi is a scary thing, for what you get there is not only a particular brand of religion that they practice but also a brand that refuses to acknowledge that there is any place in the sun for any thing that is not just like them and their way of life. Scary isn’t it?

Miley Sur, Mera Tumhara the advertisement or even the song might be passé, but I guess that the relevancy of the song is probably more today then when it was first composed and sung.  For even as I write and you read, almost every thing around us is all set to divide, fragment and fracture that reclusive “unity in diversity” that we once so much took for granted.

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Livin on a prayer

Living on a Prayer

RePosted from www.mutiny.in at http://raghudonspeaks.blogspot.com the “official” blog of Raghu!  “We’ve got to hold on ready or not You live for the fight when it’s all that you’ve got.” These lines from a cult Bon Jovi song have never been truer. The times we live in have become more unpredictable than ever before. All of a sudden, the variables in my life seem to have multiplied a hundred times over. Suddenly tomorrow looks so far away. Anything can happen, anytime, anywhere. The recent floods in Bihar have displaced more than 30 lakh individuals. Entire households have been washed away. Countless dead. And many more not traceable. These are just official figures, and common sense tells me these numbers are only a fraction of the actual numbers. Rescue missions are underway. Floods bring in devastation in their wake, but the damage continues even after the floods are over. Epidemics, food shortage, riots, housing problems surface their ugly heads. And let us face it; our government is ill equipped to handle this situation. As always we are in a reactive mode as opposed to being preventive. Needless to say, the people of Bihar will flock to state capitals for survival. What will this lead to? Extra burden on an already over burdened civil structure. Not that I blame the poor people for clogging up the cities. It will be years before the affected people of Bihar will be able to sleep peacefully, much longer to regain normalcy of their lives. The earthquake in China saw the efficient Chinese machinery step into action in a matter of seconds. Trying to save as many lives as possible and as soon as possible. The Chinese Premier was at the location of the maximum damage in a matter of a couple hours. Relief operation went on till the last living person was rescued. The whole rescue mission gave an impression of a machinery well oiled, maintained and kept ready for any disaster- planned or unplanned. Where were our leaders when Bihar was crying for help? How much of the promised help has actually reached the needy? The army had to step in and take co-ordinate the rescue efforts. Who is manning the borders meanwhile? Why a disaster management plan wasn’t kept ready ‘just in case”? Operation BAD successfully, yet again, showed us the lacunae of our so called Intelligence agencies. Again, reactive and not preventive. Does one really believe that it is impossible to monitor nefarious activities across the country? Do these so called Jihadis work alone without any support structure? This is totally cannot accept. The Mumbai blasts of 1993 clearly showed us how insider support is necessary for something like this to happen. Now every time I look at a gathering, the first fear that creeps into my mind is the number of casualties should a bomb go off there? Paranoia has settled in me somewhere I don’t know, someplace I can’t reach. I think twice before going to any mall, theatres, or public gatherings. If this is what the terrorists want, then, as far as I am concerned, I think they succeeded in scaring me. But I know, this fear will soon wear off, and I cannot stay cooped up inside the four walls of my home or office. People of Mumbai, and now Bangalore and Delhi, they say are resilient to anything. This is not natural resilience but a forced resilience, because people don’t have a choice. The choice they have, that of voting, is not exercised to bring about the desired effect. Families have to be fed, EMIs have to be paid, School fees have to be paid and life has to be led. Can we go one living like this? Will my kids accept this way of life as a norm? What can I do so that this ‘expect anything anywhere anytime” phenomena doesn’t get hardwired into the next generation? I will have to make a sea change somewhere. The first thing that I should have started doing long ago was place the burden of accountability on those who chose to lead me. Start with the local MLA. Find out his plans in case any such eventualities were to befall my area. If 10 people like me, were to ask such questions, then some amount of accountability, albeit however little would be placed on the local governing body. But here is where the problem lies. In all probability I won’t be given a hearing, because the local MLA is busy with something more important than his constituency. His supporters would try and deter me from asking questions to the apparent boss. This is hurdle number one. Next, comes the transparency of operation. Is the reserved amount being spent for the right task, or are some other coffers being filled? We don’t have to look far to see this phenomena? Mumbai gets flooded every year, year on year, in spite of the BMC having sufficient funds to make sure that the civic infrastructure is in place before the rains. Another prime example of the mismanagement of funds is evident in the road conditions of our cities. Look at the roads in Bangalore or Pune or any city of your choice. Does one actually believe that the road tax charged to us is being spent correctly? Or being spent at all? Look at the number of petitions being signed for better roads to get a better idea. This is just one example of the glaring inefficiency of our civic bodies. Who is questioning them? No one? Right. Now compare the same road condition to a small country like Singapore? Why can’t we have such roads? Don’t we have the budget? Don’t we have the right engineers? Or the right technology? We have all of it, but we don’t have the burden of accountability. The second thing that needs to be done is to “GET INVOLVED”. And by that I don’t just mean, pay your taxes regularly, file your returns on time, etc. What I mean is get on the floor. Make it a point to ensure that your part of the city or street or bylane is maintained. That will be more than enough for a start. Again, accountability comes into the picture here. Additionally, let’s all of us try and don the Sherlock Holmes cap once in a while. Keep a tab on the neighborhood and make sure no more Afzal Gurus hang out in my area. The third and the most important part, let us not always be dependent on the civil servants to manage the city. In the absence of working traffic signals, a normal citizen can guide the traffic using nothing more than the will to do so, and some common sense. Why do we have to wait for the traffic constable to come and guide us. This is not some rocket science! We can take the initiative to maintain our lanes, streets and roads. Most of us keep our houses clean, while not paying a second thought while littering outside. Why this mentality? The streets belong to us, as much as to the government. Let us do our bit. So while my frustration at being at the helpless end is still not over, I have managed to set up some action items for myself. Now, I can only hope that I have the strength, which I think I have, to carry on my resolve. Let us resolve not to Live only on a Prayer. Disclaimer: this article was not written by me. It is seen at www.mutiny.in it’s a terrific blog for thought provoking articles about the very essence of nation building! I would recommend u subscribe to the blog there.

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A Wednesday - movie review

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Movie Review - A Wednesday

Movie: A Wednesday
Cast: Anupam Kher, Aamir Bashir, Deepal Shaw, Gaurav Kapur, Naseeruddin Shah, Rajpal Yadav, Jimmy Shergill 

Cinematographer: Fuwad KhanSound
Designer: Rakesh Ranjan
Producer: Anjum Rizvi, Shital Bhatia
Banner: Anjum Rizvi Film Company
Director: Neeraj Pandey

An angry common man wages his war against the system in ‘A Wednesday’.
Now, here’s a flick that could make your day. It doesn’t send you home romping with joy and crooning sweet songs shot at scenic locales in some distant continent. A Wednesday has none of that Bollywood guck and gimmickry. What it does have is a riveting plot, directed skillfully and imaginatively by writer-director Neeraj Pandey. And it has wonderful performances by its two unglamorous but charismatic leading men – Naseeruddin Shah and Anupam Kher .

‘A Wednesday’ is a film set right in our backyard, in Mumbai. And it talks about terrorism from a new angle. The antagonist in it doesn’t come with a stereotyped religious label. In fact, he has no label at all. He is a ‘common man’ who vents out his angst by taking on the system and trying to bring it down to its knees. Only an obdurate Police Commissioner can foil his mission.

Anupam Kher plays that top cop. On a fateful Wednesday he receives a call from a man who claims to have planted bombs in different parts of the city, set to go off at half-past six in the evening. The caller (Naseeruddin Shah, the great) describes self as a ‘common man’ and demands the release of four terrorists if the impending calamity has to be averted.

The threat sends the cops into overdrive as the Commissioner, with the help of an ATS commando ( Jimmy Shergill ) and a tough cop (Aamir Bashir) and a journalist ( Deepal Shaw ), tries to foil the common man’s uncommonly dangerous plan. What’s most remarkable about the movie is that it keeps you gripped despite opening its cards at the very outset. Yes, you are told at the start what the end is going to be. What keeps you hooked is how the plot meanders through many unexpected twists and turns before reaching its predictable denouement.

Kudos to Neeraj Pandey and his technical team for putting together a neat, cohesive and engrossing film about a subject that’s beginning to feature more than often in Bollywood movies. But hats off to Naseer bhai for yet another memorable performance. To the every inch of his skin does Naseer bhai look the angst-ridden antagonist who takes up cudgels against the system in an extreme way. Anupam Kher manages to bring about a calculated balance of calm, control and panic in his performance.

Jimmy Shergill is much better than what we saw last of him. Aamir Bashir shows only flashes of good acting. Deepal Shaw is okay.
What’s not okay is the slightly preachy mode the movie slips into at the end. After all, the last thing we need at the end of the day is a lecture. This, and a few foibles apart, ‘A Wednesday’ makes for a paisa vasool watch.

Raghunandan jagdish

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American experiences

Please NOTE THAt this is a posting from an old blog of mine.

Subject:		Indian experience
Name:		Raghunandan Jagdish
Date Posted:		Nov 1, 01 - 4:15 PM
Email:		raghuj@yours.com
Message:		hi himanshu, thanks for the views what u said is all true. The reason why these guys are so polished is cuz they have a high level of education and know a reasonable level of security at least.  U bet this experience will shake whatever values u r built upon. the value of responsibility, accountability, and attitude~!!! We learn how powerful we can be with our skill sets.. how to exploit ones special skill which would have rotted in India!! So it'll be a really great experience for WHOEVER comes.. either the "raahi" who stays for a couple of years or the settler!! and BTW: I took the liberty of including ur views in the discussion board of my website www.raghudon.com Do express urself there. Regards, Raghunandan Jagdish Research Assistant, Turbomachinery Laboratory (Tribology Group) Texas A&M University, College Station, TX 77840 raghuj@tamu.edu http://photos.yahoo.com/raghuj79  http://www.raghudon.com  Ph: (979) 862-4748 (OFFICE)  : (979) 268-4296 (HOME) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Attitude counts more than anything else! --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- Replying to: I would like to say that a lot depends on your orientation and your attitude.  Back in India you would always have to think twice before following your heart. Society and public perception does bear a lot of weight whereas here u r free to do as u like whenever u like.. nobody minds.. ( yah in other words nobody cares ) About gelling with people here.. it's all upto you. I'm not talking about feeling one with the nation and stuff.. that would be hard to do. But it's easy to make friends here..( acquaintances rather with whom u can chill out ). Forget about getting ppl on whose shoulder u can cry.. mebbe coz they arent' that type and mebbe coz this isn't a place for cribbers..  What epitomizes this culture is what Mark Twain said about life in America - "It's like american football where u r pushed around, fall down, get up again, grab the ball and get your goal" Everybody here has a sob story which in most cases you and I can't imagine but they never let it show.  Another thing I admire here is the effeciency with which people work. True they do only as much as they r paid to do but they do it real well. There r fewer ego hassles too. U won't find no paan chewing peon making u wait unnecessarily.  Wheteher you decide to settle here or go back to India is a different matter but this experience is really a must.( atleast for ppl from Mumbai univ.. who've been spoonfed thx to Jigar's and who've got through copying assignments) It shows u the other side of life where u really work hard and play hard. cheers to life himanshu --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- Replying to: hi ANOTHER DISCUSSION MATERIAL TOPIC There are two clear ways (maybe not clear to anyone ... but clear definitely to me)  ONE: Life in USA... as u say dignity of "labour" in USA... Lots of money... but no warmth, no relatives, no feeling of oneness with the country!! u'll remain an alien for the rest of ur lif.. ur children will be ABCDs and will actually be confused!! TWO: u stay back in INDIA, earn less...spend less...have a standard of living less than u have in USA (what is a common thing here, eg car, is a luxury in desh!!) But u have ur near and dear ones... u have a righ to say its u country, u feel in place!! u willbe happy... even though u find "exploitation". Now its a highly individual view and so many different factors go into makig a CHOICE!!! And u can never know how good ur choice actually is!! u will NEVER have a benchmark to compare against except ur "judgement" So u have to be judicious in using these options at this stage in life. As far as the USA goes... this is undoubtedly a great country... the resilience of these people is astounding... its no suprise athey dominate the world. A country where the life of a "fireman" is as valuable as a poliician is a great country... but the fact is u were not born herte.  I find widespread sycophancy here (among Indians). People who in India never attended a Flag Hoisting ceremony after comming here post stickers of the ameican flag... "God Bless America" et al.... The World trade tragedy is supposedly the "WORST" tragedy to ever befall human race!! these are the exact words of a mail I read from a grad student, best forgotten. On the other hand.... if u feel that u have ur priority as career, money, et al... then do come here... oppurtunities abound here(at least better than India-- by this i mean that u have to searcher lesser) So i leave u back on square ONE,..... decide what u wanna do... its ur thing!!!!! Overall... I could have gone on... but its liable to be construed as saying that its my personal views i'm trying to impress... So if u have some viewpoints please present them forward..... This is a good academic argument!!!! Regards, RAGHUNANDAN JAGDISH Research Assistant, Turbomachinery Laboratory Texas A&M University College Station., Texas, USA raghuj@tamu.edu http://photos.yahoo.com/raghuj79

 

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Ducks Quack, Eagles Soar!

Ducks Quack, Eagles Soar
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No one can make you serve customers well.

That's because great service is a choice.

Harvey Mackay, tells a wonderful story about a cab driver that proved this point.

He was waiting in line for a ride at the airport. When a cab pulled up, the first thing Harvey noticed was that the taxi was polished to a bright shine. Smartly dressed in a white shirt, black tie, and freshly pressed black slacks, the cab driver jumped out and rounded the car to open the back passenger door for Harvey .

He handed my friend a laminated card and said:'I'm Wally, your driver. While I'm loading your bags in the trunk I'd like you to read my mission statement.'

Taken aback, Harvey read the card.

It said:  Wally's Mission Statement:
To get my customers to their destination in the quickest, safest and cheapest way possible in a friendly environment.

This blew Harvey away. Especially when he noticed that the inside of the cab matched the outside. Spotlessly clean!

As he slid behind the wheel, Wally said, 'Would you like a cup of coffee? I have a thermos of regular and one of decaf.'

My friend said jokingly, 'No, I'd prefer a soft drink.'

Wally smiled and said, 'No problem. I have a cooler up front with regular and Diet Coke, water and orange juice.'

Almost stuttering, Harvey said, 'I'll take a Diet Coke.'

Handing him his drink, Wally said, 'If you'd like something to read, I have The Wall Street Journal, Time, Sports Illustrated and USA Today.'

As they were pulling away, Wally handed my friend another laminated card, 'These are the stations I get and the music they play, if you'd like to listen to the radio.'

And as if that weren't enough, Wally told Harvey that he had the air conditioning on and asked if the temperature was comfortable for him.

Then he advised Harvey of the best route to his destination for that time of day. He also let him know that he'd be happy to chat and tell him about some of the sights or, if Harvey preferred, to leave him with his own thoughts.

'Tell me, Wally,' my amazed friend asked the driver, 'have you always served customers like this?'

Wally smiled into the rear view mirror. 'No, not always. In fact, it's only been in the last two years. My first five years driving, I spent most of my time complaining like all the rest of the cabbies do. Then I heard the personal growth guru, Wayne Dyer , on the radio one day.

He had just written a book called You'll See It When You Believe It .  Dyer said that if you get up in the morning expecting to have a bad day, you'll rarely disappoint yourself. He said, 'Stop complaining! Differentiate yourself from your competition. Don't be a duck. Be an eagle. Ducks quack and complain. Eagles soar above the crowd.''

'That hit me right between the eyes,' said Wally. 'Dyer was really talking about me. I was always quacking and complaining, so I decided to change my attitude and become an eagle. I looked around at the other cabs and their drivers. The cabs were dirty, the drivers were unfriendly, and the customers were unhappy. So I decided to make some changes. I put in a few at a time. When my customers responded well, I did more.'

'I take it that has paid off for you,' Harvey said.

'It sure has,' Wally replied. 'My first year as an eagle, I doubled my income from the previous year. This year I'll probably quadruple it. You were lucky to get me today. I don't sit at cabstands anymore. My customers call me for appointments on my cell phone or leave a message on my answering machine. If I can't pick them up myself, I get a reliable cabbie friend to do it and I take a piece of the action.'

Wally was phenomenal. He was running a limo service out of a Yellow Cab. I've probably told that story to more than fifty cab drivers over the years, and only two took the idea and ran with it. Whenever I go to their cities, I give them a call. The rest of the drivers quacked like ducks and told me all the reasons they couldn't do any of what I was suggesting.

Wally the Cab Driver made a different choice. He decided to stop quacking like ducks and start soaring like eagles.

How about us?

Smile, and the whole world smiles with you.....The ball is in our hands!

A man reaps what he sows.  Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up...let us do good to all people.

 

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"Bachna Ae Haseeno"

This is some movie review!!!!!!

Posted on http://raghudonspeaks.blogspot.com

 

My thoughts on Bachna Ae Haseeno Posted: 16 Aug 2008 03:21 AM CDT Warning: This is not a review. When you walk in to a Yash Raj Films movie, you're expecting three hours of street-smart humour threaded into an unconvincing plot with fabricated drama. Bachna, for the record, gives you all three. At any rate, this might just be a one time watch, not because it's watchable, but probably because God Tussi Great Ho is utterly horrible. Ranbir does well, except when he tries to emote, which, incidentally, applies to atleast two of the women as well. The story goes thus: Raj (Ranbir) first meets Mahi (Minnisha Lamba) in Switzerland, who is so smitten by DDLJ that the very title track playing in the background brights up her eyes and makes her run towards the source of the melody. She misses her family and the train, he jumps off it, walks up to her and they ride, through the scenic locales of Switzerland, to Zurich where Mahi's family wait for her anxiously. On the way, they fall in love with a song thrown in, only to realize that Mahi is engaged. A goodbye-kiss at the airport later, Raj reveals his true intent: he has little long-term interest in Mahi anyway. And heart number one, a cute little punjabi one dripping in DDLJ, crashes. Fast-forward to Bombay, where Raj is now working for Microsoft, X-Box Halo 3 to be precise, and is in a live-in relationship with Radhika (Bips). Only just that he *thinks* it's a live-in, and he *thinks* she's that modern-type-ki-ladki, the stereotype model, who doesn't believe in marriage, who puts her career ahead and whatnot. As a result, you can feel for Ranbir who, like the audience, is surprised when Radhika, after hanging out in all those shorts that define 'short', says she wants to marry him: red-saree et-all. But where is Raj? Oh, a timely Microsoft transfer to Australia, mate. And what there? After hanging out with — and being thrown out by — a number of 'firang' girls that he himself can't keep a track of, Raj meets Gayatri (Deepika Padukone), who isn't as feminine as Raj is perhaps used to. She drives a cab, makes secret notes of stock tips as she overhears them, works at a retail store and studies for her MBA. The independent expat girl in Oz, and what's more, she's likable enough for Raj to actually fall in love with her. He fetches a few hundred candles, and at a fountain, goes down on his knees and proposes. But Gayatri, minutes before the interval, says she doesn't believe in marriage, that it's not economically practical, and a host of other stuff that make you go - 'hey, she really makes sense - now is this really a YRF movie'? The joy, unfortunately, is short lived, for it really *is* a Yash Raj film. Because our hero, God bless his golden soul of pure intent, decides to go back to girl 1 and 2 and apologize to them. Which he does, obviously, and why wouldn't he, armed with a name and dancing steps like the 'real' Raj we know. The second half is as predictable as a sunset, except that watching it doesn't give you the same kind of pleasure. Ranbir is good, he can dance, he can walk the talk and while he does look clumsy at times, that's just another added dimension to his character. Minnisha Lamba has an infectious smile, but she really could work on her dialogues. Bips plays the smart, seductive and the arrogant bitchy heroine rather well. Deepika is also a treat to watch, and she sounds very Bangalorean when she speaks English, dripping wet in the Mount Carmel accent when she goes 'dood' for dude, and for her second flick does quite well. But the film-makers really need to give her better names: from Shantipriya to Sandy to Gayatri. Right. Director Siddharth Anand, unfortunately, has gone downhill since Salaam Namaste. That movie worked because the characters were all so likable, and the inimitable Javed Jaffrey thrown in. Ta Ra Rum Pum bombed, and rightly so, although there was a bit of a storyline in it. Bachna, however, is really extended. It's too long, or it feels that way, with a number of unnecessary songs pushed in. Incidentally, there's another way of looking at Bachna Ae Haseeno: an extended commercial for Microsoft X-Box Halo 3. Last I recall, Microsoft Australia didn't pay its game-developers enough to rent a classy apartment in a prime location in Sydney *and* Porsche SUVs. And they surely don't grant a six-month vacation for their lead developer to go back and apologize to two of his ex-girlfriends. And there really aren't tuxedos and overly sophisticated people at a Microsoft product launch party. Nope — I'll tell you what happens at a Microsoft launch party: the software crashes. And while we're at it, Yash Raj and co. have to stop borrowing from their old films. They've borrowed the music from Dhoom, from Jhoom Barabar Jhoom, and possibly the same fashion-sense of JBJ as well which is, to put it mildly, questionable. In fact, throughout Bachna Ae Haseeno, there is this serious DDLJ hang-over ('Raj', the title track playing in the background, Switzerland, the train, and I could just go on). Now, DDLJ is a classic, and I bow to thee. Bachna, unfortunately, is far from it.

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