Whenever i think about Coimbatore it brings me freshness of bag full of roses...
Coimbatore has given me ample amount of Confidence, Leadership, Love
For one reason it has given me only sweet memories and the best and confident moment in my life....
My First Journey:
It started just like that. Anna University has arranged for State - Level Placement. Just in another week we had interview for TCS. First interview of life. All were in confusion and excitement. Havent booked the tickets, havent booked the rooms, no one know noone in Coimbatore. No one has prepared for interview.
We were all in same state. An untold excitement. This was the first experiment of Anna University. They have although planned well. For each college they have allocated a zone ( My college fell in Coimbatore Zone. The other two zone - Chennai and Madurai).. For each college the team sorted out the eligible candidates, the procedure etc etc.
We all started to prepare for the interviews. Gopinath took care of the booking of tickets. And I asked Jaipal Uncle(Dad's Friend) to provide some helping in booking rooms. He agreed. He booked rooms in a lodge. New experience as we stepped into the train.
We all went in group since it is comfortable to see many confused faces around us and gives us a better feeling that I am not the only one suffering. Moreover we all were friends. In the train journey we all were reading and discussing various puzzles patterns...We were the hot topic to be buzzed.. there were around 15 girls in our batch.. cool isnt...
We got down in Coimbatore junction and headed towards Abirami Lodge. Jaipal uncle was there waiting for us. We expected around 200 Rs/ day but the room was only 55/day.. We all settled in our rooms. Refreshed and started to study.. huh.. dont categorize me in that... these other girls were too interested.. what to do?? we were in third floor.. the lodge was in gandhipuram... was a wonderful sight.. 100 feet road.. Kalyan Sarees was very near...
We were too tired to look around.. Slept and got ready for the next day interview. If you expect interview to be conducted with people waiting in 30''s outside the hall you are probably wrong. there were around 1300 people with a expectation in their faces. It quites depresses anyone to see such a huge competition.
Actually it was too tired. Balagurusamy was there. But all this starving and crowd almost 80 percent were sleeping. some stupids like me were listening to what was going on. Then the TCS employees were giving a presentation on TATA. You know what there is a small movie where a guy gets up and how TATA products are useful to him etc. etc... The movie was so impressive that I wanted to work for such a company... It was infact raised the spirits of lots of people like me ..
Then we went to exam hall.. it happened about 1.5 years back.. my convolutions are not behaving the way i wanted them to.. i cant remember exactly... but the exam went fine..
we all returned back to the room since they will announce the result at 6 o clock in evening. Took a nice sleep and roamed all around my lodge. While returning back .. i heard that news...
Totally we were 32 in number from my college. I was the only one selected. Cool isn't ?? First Interview First Company First Exam.. I cleared....
Will I clear my Interview?? Have to wait and see .....
Monday, July 17, 2006
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
My Dear Terrorists....
Hi all,
Posting a mail which came as a forward for me...
Happy reading..
Dear Terrorist,
Even if you are not reading this we don't care.
Time and again you tried to disturb us and disrupt our life - killing innocent civilians by planting bombs in trains, buses and cars.
You have tried hard to bring death and destruction, cause panic and fear and create communal disharmony but everytime you were disgustingly unsuccessful.
Do you know how we pass our life in Mumbai?
How much it takes for us to earn that single rupee?
If you wanted to give us a shock then we are sorry to say that you failed miserably in your ulterior motives. Better look elsewere, not here.We are not Hindus and Muslims or Gujaratis,Marathis,Punjabis,Bengaliies,Keralites or Tamilians.
Nor do we distinguish ourselves as owners or workers, govt.employees or private employees. WE ARE MUMBAIKERS (Bombay-ites, if youlike)
We will not allow you to disrupt our life like this.
On the last few occassions when you struck (including the 7 deadly blasts in a singleday killing over 250 people and injuring 500+ in 1993), we went to work nextday in full strength.
This time we cleared everything within a few hoursand were back to normal - the vendors placing their next order,businessmen finalizing the next deals and the office workers rushing to catch thenext train. (Yes the same train you targetted)Fathom this: Within 3 hours of the blasts, long queues of blood donating volunteers were seen outside various hospital, where most of the injuredwere admitted. By 12 midnight, the hospital had to issue a notificationthat blood banks were full and they didn't require any more blood.
The next day, attendance at schools and office was close to 100%, trains & buseswere packed to the brim, the crowds were back. The city has simply dusted itself off and moved one - perhaps with greater vigour.We are Mumbaikers and we live like brothers in times like this. So, donot dare to threaten us with your crackers.
The spirit of Mumbai is verystrong and can not be harmed.Please forward this to others. U never know, by chance it may come to hands of a terrorist in Afghanistan, Pakistan or Iraq and he can then read this message which is specially meant for him!!!
From the people of Mumbai (Bombay) along with me !!
Divya.S
Posting a mail which came as a forward for me...
Happy reading..
Dear Terrorist,
Even if you are not reading this we don't care.
Time and again you tried to disturb us and disrupt our life - killing innocent civilians by planting bombs in trains, buses and cars.
You have tried hard to bring death and destruction, cause panic and fear and create communal disharmony but everytime you were disgustingly unsuccessful.
Do you know how we pass our life in Mumbai?
How much it takes for us to earn that single rupee?
If you wanted to give us a shock then we are sorry to say that you failed miserably in your ulterior motives. Better look elsewere, not here.We are not Hindus and Muslims or Gujaratis,Marathis,Punjabis,Bengaliies,Keralites or Tamilians.
Nor do we distinguish ourselves as owners or workers, govt.employees or private employees. WE ARE MUMBAIKERS (Bombay-ites, if youlike)
We will not allow you to disrupt our life like this.
On the last few occassions when you struck (including the 7 deadly blasts in a singleday killing over 250 people and injuring 500+ in 1993), we went to work nextday in full strength.
This time we cleared everything within a few hoursand were back to normal - the vendors placing their next order,businessmen finalizing the next deals and the office workers rushing to catch thenext train. (Yes the same train you targetted)Fathom this: Within 3 hours of the blasts, long queues of blood donating volunteers were seen outside various hospital, where most of the injuredwere admitted. By 12 midnight, the hospital had to issue a notificationthat blood banks were full and they didn't require any more blood.
The next day, attendance at schools and office was close to 100%, trains & buseswere packed to the brim, the crowds were back. The city has simply dusted itself off and moved one - perhaps with greater vigour.We are Mumbaikers and we live like brothers in times like this. So, donot dare to threaten us with your crackers.
The spirit of Mumbai is verystrong and can not be harmed.Please forward this to others. U never know, by chance it may come to hands of a terrorist in Afghanistan, Pakistan or Iraq and he can then read this message which is specially meant for him!!!
From the people of Mumbai (Bombay) along with me !!
Divya.S
New Version of Mumbai Blast.. Heights of Optimism..
I think this is the True SPIRIT OF INDIANssssssssssssssssss
Read on…..
“STUNNED” - Mumbai Mirror.
“7 BLASTS ROCK MUMBAI”- yahoo headlines.
Which editor wrote these lines?
Which abysmal mother f@#ker had the guts to talk about my mother land, MY CITY being stunned!!! I was there. I was on the train, in the hospital and on the streets and I didn’t see Stunned. I saw Stunning…stunning acts of kindness. And nothing rocked Mumbai. No self respecting Mumbaikar can believe that. No. Its not ‘blasts rock Mumbai’ cause Mumbai rocked, man. She simply ROCKED.
Here is my story. For those who came in late…I have started working in a tutoring firm at Andheri. So it’s the night shift for me since the students are based in the States. So there I was standing at Dadar station. Waiting for the Borivili fast. She came bang on time. After the normal physical exercise routine (in other cities they call this ‘boarding a train’…we Mumbaikars know better:):):)) I got in. The train started. Next stop Bandra…Lots of people got in…some tried to get out:). After the usual round of expletives, shouting and ‘chod do na yaar…are maramari mat karo’(forget about it, man…don’t fight guys) the train started.
BOOM! My first impression was that the over head wire that supplies current to the train’s engine had snapped. There had been a flash like a yellow light and then the lights went out. People started panicking. I don’t know why but at such times I have the tendency to restore calm….a very close friend had once called this habit…tere mein kida kam nahi hain..(can’t translate this one) Neways, I roared out that people should calm down. Miraculously, they did. Someone asked for the chain to be pulled but by then the motorman had pushed the breaks. I jumped out of the train like the rest of the commuters and saw that the first class compartment ahead of us had blown up. I moved towards the compartment. People had already started pulling others out. Lots of guys had climbed the harbour line bridge that starts near Bandra station. Slowly, the injured started emerging.
The first guy whose hand I held was merely stunned. Didn’t have any money left…wallet gone I think. I gave him twenty bucks and he went his way. As I turned towards the train, I saw a guy with lots of blood on his face…thankfully none of it was his. He had temporarily lost his sense of hearing. Walked with him a lil distance. Bandra station was a stones throw away from the blown-up compartment. He recovered soon and some one took him to the station. I turned and saw four guys carrying a fifth. The injuired man was alive but i think, his hand would have to be amputated. A big guy was holding the patient's right shoulder was shouting for some one to steady the man’s head which had no support.
With nothing else to do, I stepped in. We took him to Bhaba hospital, Bandra. While the journey up till the auto rickshaw was tough the journey till the hospital was an eye opener. Carrying a 90 kilo man over the railway tracks, then over a 2 foot incline near the tracks, then over a railing and through the jam caused by the numerous autos which were ferrying patients to the hospital was tough even when four of us were carrying him. We reached the main road outside the station and got into the auto. The big saand (strong-guy) who had earlier called me for help, literally dragged a fellow who had hired the auto out and we got ourselves in. The big guy was sitting with the auto driver and I along with two others was holding the injuired man on our laps. Then the most beautiful thing happened.
The guy to my right told the one to my left to start reciting verses from the Koran and to blow on the man’s head. I think it is some Muslim prayer. The big guy said,”Oh lord! Have Mercy on this man!”. A few minutes later that injured man who was half awake all this time started saying ‘shiv shiv shiv…om namah shivay …om namah shivay.” When I think back about that moment I smile to myself. We six of us in that small auto heading towards the hospital had done it. We had defeated the terrorists. Who can say we were stunned…we won guys. We won. We defeated the terrorists’ plan by that simple act of helping a fellow INDIAN. We didn’t have to invade Pak or kill Muslims. We had won.
Of course we could have lost if the 2 muslims had walked away from the man knowing that he was Hindu but they didn’t. They continued working with me at the hospital for nearly an hour transporting bodies to the morgue, taking patients to the upper floors and providing a lil water to the other impromptu volunteers. Going towards the office after all this was over, was probably the stupidest thing I ever did but that gave me the chance to see the City become one. Guys in designer tees, shorts etc. were flooding out of their houses with water bottles. The rick I used was stopped in 4 places…two places for others to get in ( the driver lied saying we were going to parel.) and at two others, hands full of Parle-G biscuits were thrust in so that we and the thousands of others like us who had been affected by the Western railway system being shut down could have something to eat. The over crowded buses were being given food and water at some signals with people throwing biscuit packets into the bus…even good old Bourbon biscuit…yummy:):):)
All in all a lot happened yesterday but my city didn’t budge. We have been hit before, we have been hit yesterday and we will continue to get attacked. The only thing to do is to come together. Together as One. For that is what the terrorists don’t want to see. They don’t realise that the more they attack us, the closer we become. We can’t let ourselves go down so we can’t give up. You may think what I did was pretty heroic…it was may be…but I like so many others wouldn’t like to be called heroes. It feels very uncomfortable. If you want to give us a name just call us Mumbaikars. That name is all-inclusive.
Ishan I. Bhole.
(Hats off to Ishan I Bhole... Would love to meet you once for your optimistic approach.)
Let us be humans first . . .
Divya.S
Read on…..
“STUNNED” - Mumbai Mirror.
“7 BLASTS ROCK MUMBAI”- yahoo headlines.
Which editor wrote these lines?
Which abysmal mother f@#ker had the guts to talk about my mother land, MY CITY being stunned!!! I was there. I was on the train, in the hospital and on the streets and I didn’t see Stunned. I saw Stunning…stunning acts of kindness. And nothing rocked Mumbai. No self respecting Mumbaikar can believe that. No. Its not ‘blasts rock Mumbai’ cause Mumbai rocked, man. She simply ROCKED.
Here is my story. For those who came in late…I have started working in a tutoring firm at Andheri. So it’s the night shift for me since the students are based in the States. So there I was standing at Dadar station. Waiting for the Borivili fast. She came bang on time. After the normal physical exercise routine (in other cities they call this ‘boarding a train’…we Mumbaikars know better:):):)) I got in. The train started. Next stop Bandra…Lots of people got in…some tried to get out:). After the usual round of expletives, shouting and ‘chod do na yaar…are maramari mat karo’(forget about it, man…don’t fight guys) the train started.
BOOM! My first impression was that the over head wire that supplies current to the train’s engine had snapped. There had been a flash like a yellow light and then the lights went out. People started panicking. I don’t know why but at such times I have the tendency to restore calm….a very close friend had once called this habit…tere mein kida kam nahi hain..(can’t translate this one) Neways, I roared out that people should calm down. Miraculously, they did. Someone asked for the chain to be pulled but by then the motorman had pushed the breaks. I jumped out of the train like the rest of the commuters and saw that the first class compartment ahead of us had blown up. I moved towards the compartment. People had already started pulling others out. Lots of guys had climbed the harbour line bridge that starts near Bandra station. Slowly, the injured started emerging.
The first guy whose hand I held was merely stunned. Didn’t have any money left…wallet gone I think. I gave him twenty bucks and he went his way. As I turned towards the train, I saw a guy with lots of blood on his face…thankfully none of it was his. He had temporarily lost his sense of hearing. Walked with him a lil distance. Bandra station was a stones throw away from the blown-up compartment. He recovered soon and some one took him to the station. I turned and saw four guys carrying a fifth. The injuired man was alive but i think, his hand would have to be amputated. A big guy was holding the patient's right shoulder was shouting for some one to steady the man’s head which had no support.
With nothing else to do, I stepped in. We took him to Bhaba hospital, Bandra. While the journey up till the auto rickshaw was tough the journey till the hospital was an eye opener. Carrying a 90 kilo man over the railway tracks, then over a 2 foot incline near the tracks, then over a railing and through the jam caused by the numerous autos which were ferrying patients to the hospital was tough even when four of us were carrying him. We reached the main road outside the station and got into the auto. The big saand (strong-guy) who had earlier called me for help, literally dragged a fellow who had hired the auto out and we got ourselves in. The big guy was sitting with the auto driver and I along with two others was holding the injuired man on our laps. Then the most beautiful thing happened.
The guy to my right told the one to my left to start reciting verses from the Koran and to blow on the man’s head. I think it is some Muslim prayer. The big guy said,”Oh lord! Have Mercy on this man!”. A few minutes later that injured man who was half awake all this time started saying ‘shiv shiv shiv…om namah shivay …om namah shivay.” When I think back about that moment I smile to myself. We six of us in that small auto heading towards the hospital had done it. We had defeated the terrorists. Who can say we were stunned…we won guys. We won. We defeated the terrorists’ plan by that simple act of helping a fellow INDIAN. We didn’t have to invade Pak or kill Muslims. We had won.
Of course we could have lost if the 2 muslims had walked away from the man knowing that he was Hindu but they didn’t. They continued working with me at the hospital for nearly an hour transporting bodies to the morgue, taking patients to the upper floors and providing a lil water to the other impromptu volunteers. Going towards the office after all this was over, was probably the stupidest thing I ever did but that gave me the chance to see the City become one. Guys in designer tees, shorts etc. were flooding out of their houses with water bottles. The rick I used was stopped in 4 places…two places for others to get in ( the driver lied saying we were going to parel.) and at two others, hands full of Parle-G biscuits were thrust in so that we and the thousands of others like us who had been affected by the Western railway system being shut down could have something to eat. The over crowded buses were being given food and water at some signals with people throwing biscuit packets into the bus…even good old Bourbon biscuit…yummy:):):)
All in all a lot happened yesterday but my city didn’t budge. We have been hit before, we have been hit yesterday and we will continue to get attacked. The only thing to do is to come together. Together as One. For that is what the terrorists don’t want to see. They don’t realise that the more they attack us, the closer we become. We can’t let ourselves go down so we can’t give up. You may think what I did was pretty heroic…it was may be…but I like so many others wouldn’t like to be called heroes. It feels very uncomfortable. If you want to give us a name just call us Mumbaikars. That name is all-inclusive.
Ishan I. Bhole.
(Hats off to Ishan I Bhole... Would love to meet you once for your optimistic approach.)
Let us be humans first . . .
Divya.S
Monday, July 03, 2006
How I handled him...
July -3 Night 9 o clock
After finishing my work i started to my home. I was waiting for the bus stop in Sholinganallur. It was around 9.15 that time. I was little hungry so desperately waiting for the bus. A Share auto came. But it was full the moment it stopped... So have to go in bus only.. there were around 30 people all tired... there were some north indian in the opposite shop who work in the Road construction. This is my usual place where i wait for bus everyday. Then a guy crossed me saying something. I didnt bother what it was... He must be blabbering i thought. But then i realised there was no one around me. I mean there were people in the bus stop but none near me. Then i searched where that guy is - he was standing about 3 meters from me.. looking at me.. smiling.. he looked like a typical drunkard.. u can see them everywhere in the evenings almost everyday with their own blabberings.. hmm... this guy was smiling at me..
hey i didnt understand first.. next time when i saw he twinkled eyes.. ha ha ... he is having a bad motive.. i didnt turn to see him.. after around 7 mins i just saw if he is around.. he was too too far from me. i thought he must have gone for search of another girl..
atlast the bus came. two buses together. the first bus went too front almost near him.. so i thought he must have got into the first bus and i got into the second bus.. releived i went near the conductor to get the ticket....
for few mins all the guys i saw were like him.. all have a similar faces... but then he was there... laughing as him a lion caught a deer.. i was actually scared.. but then i went near to driver and asked one man to give me seat. He got up and gave me place. But that guy came and stood near me...
just then an idea sparked. i just took my mobile. selected the ringtone option. there were different tones coming in the mobile i picked up as if someone called me..
he just bent down near me to overhear what i am talking.. that is what i wanted.. in the phone i said "yes yes my father is in police only.. oh sure ill do that.. ya he knows IG very well.. ya sure ill help you.. dont worry he will be waiting for me in bus stop.. ill tell him.. ok thanks...bye " - it was a one-sided conversation.. i just pretended as if someone called me.. the next moment i kept the mobile inside my bag the guy just went behind...
then in few mins i was not able to see around.. i just thought he left far behind.. i realised someone pushing me from behind.. a wave of fear passed over me.. then i turned.. there was a kid behind me ... holding my dress.. i smiled... then i saw the guy getting down from the bus in the next bus stop but didnt forget to give me a terror look when he got down from the bus...
later i remembered how kokila handled a guy of this kind.. just a slap from slipper.. if i meet him another time ill try the same.. he he .. i beleive he wont...
Cheers,
Divya.S
After finishing my work i started to my home. I was waiting for the bus stop in Sholinganallur. It was around 9.15 that time. I was little hungry so desperately waiting for the bus. A Share auto came. But it was full the moment it stopped... So have to go in bus only.. there were around 30 people all tired... there were some north indian in the opposite shop who work in the Road construction. This is my usual place where i wait for bus everyday. Then a guy crossed me saying something. I didnt bother what it was... He must be blabbering i thought. But then i realised there was no one around me. I mean there were people in the bus stop but none near me. Then i searched where that guy is - he was standing about 3 meters from me.. looking at me.. smiling.. he looked like a typical drunkard.. u can see them everywhere in the evenings almost everyday with their own blabberings.. hmm... this guy was smiling at me..
hey i didnt understand first.. next time when i saw he twinkled eyes.. ha ha ... he is having a bad motive.. i didnt turn to see him.. after around 7 mins i just saw if he is around.. he was too too far from me. i thought he must have gone for search of another girl..
atlast the bus came. two buses together. the first bus went too front almost near him.. so i thought he must have got into the first bus and i got into the second bus.. releived i went near the conductor to get the ticket....
for few mins all the guys i saw were like him.. all have a similar faces... but then he was there... laughing as him a lion caught a deer.. i was actually scared.. but then i went near to driver and asked one man to give me seat. He got up and gave me place. But that guy came and stood near me...
just then an idea sparked. i just took my mobile. selected the ringtone option. there were different tones coming in the mobile i picked up as if someone called me..
he just bent down near me to overhear what i am talking.. that is what i wanted.. in the phone i said "yes yes my father is in police only.. oh sure ill do that.. ya he knows IG very well.. ya sure ill help you.. dont worry he will be waiting for me in bus stop.. ill tell him.. ok thanks...bye " - it was a one-sided conversation.. i just pretended as if someone called me.. the next moment i kept the mobile inside my bag the guy just went behind...
then in few mins i was not able to see around.. i just thought he left far behind.. i realised someone pushing me from behind.. a wave of fear passed over me.. then i turned.. there was a kid behind me ... holding my dress.. i smiled... then i saw the guy getting down from the bus in the next bus stop but didnt forget to give me a terror look when he got down from the bus...
later i remembered how kokila handled a guy of this kind.. just a slap from slipper.. if i meet him another time ill try the same.. he he .. i beleive he wont...
Cheers,
Divya.S
Sunday, July 02, 2006
.NET in Human Relations - Part - 1
Let me explain you what is Try- Catch Block.
Consider a typical function in .NET
Public Function CalculateSum(Byval num1 as String, Byval num2 as String) as Integer
Try
Dim number1 as Integer = CType(num1,Integer)
Dim number2 as Integer = CType(num2,Integer)
Return number1+number2
Catch formatex as Formatexception
MessageBox.Show("The Parameters provided is not a number")
Catch ex as Exception
MessageBox.Show("Cannot perform the operation. Try with another set of values")
End Try
End Function
Ok. This is a simple function where two parameters are provided as string into the function CalculateSum. This function converts this string into Integer and returns the Sum of them in Integer(Number) Format.
If we(Environment) are going to provide correct values the function is going to execute well. suppose parameter1 is given as "Divya" - Will it be possible to convert it to number. No!!
So the application will throw exception indication i dont know how to act with this kind of data please help... Exception is understood as something which is not under normal conditions. A good program must anticipate such exception and act according. Here i am catching the exception and handling it will appropriate message.
In exceptions only we can realize the significance of Try - Catch block. Try Catch block is always keen is catching any exception and handles according to the code written within it. Catch block can be specific. In the sense it can handle exceptions according to the type of exception. For example FormatException happens in the case when i try to convert a alphabetic string to integer. Here it can handle by saying "The Parameters provided is not a number".
Hence i can see that you understand the power of Catch Block. Let us not get into detail for this. Since this article is not intended to be too technical. ;-)
How this is related to human relations??
Here is goes .....
Mothers are always like a Try-Catch Block.. Whenever exceptions happen to our life they know how to handle. Our execution of life cannot be safe without Mothers because we never know what exceptions our Environment will throw on us.
I know i need not explain this anymore. I hope you set the context right.
Please pour in your comments,
Cheers,
Divya.S
Consider a typical function in .NET
Public Function CalculateSum(Byval num1 as String, Byval num2 as String) as Integer
Try
Dim number1 as Integer = CType(num1,Integer)
Dim number2 as Integer = CType(num2,Integer)
Return number1+number2
Catch formatex as Formatexception
MessageBox.Show("The Parameters provided is not a number")
Catch ex as Exception
MessageBox.Show("Cannot perform the operation. Try with another set of values")
End Try
End Function
Ok. This is a simple function where two parameters are provided as string into the function CalculateSum. This function converts this string into Integer and returns the Sum of them in Integer(Number) Format.
If we(Environment) are going to provide correct values the function is going to execute well. suppose parameter1 is given as "Divya" - Will it be possible to convert it to number. No!!
So the application will throw exception indication i dont know how to act with this kind of data please help... Exception is understood as something which is not under normal conditions. A good program must anticipate such exception and act according. Here i am catching the exception and handling it will appropriate message.
In exceptions only we can realize the significance of Try - Catch block. Try Catch block is always keen is catching any exception and handles according to the code written within it. Catch block can be specific. In the sense it can handle exceptions according to the type of exception. For example FormatException happens in the case when i try to convert a alphabetic string to integer. Here it can handle by saying "The Parameters provided is not a number".
Hence i can see that you understand the power of Catch Block. Let us not get into detail for this. Since this article is not intended to be too technical. ;-)
How this is related to human relations??
Here is goes .....
Mothers are always like a Try-Catch Block.. Whenever exceptions happen to our life they know how to handle. Our execution of life cannot be safe without Mothers because we never know what exceptions our Environment will throw on us.
I know i need not explain this anymore. I hope you set the context right.
Please pour in your comments,
Cheers,
Divya.S
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