Manacled by Time

As far as I can remem­ber clearly, I have always felt bound by the flows of time. Achieve that by this time; start that then; been there, done that. By when? seems to be the all impor­tant ques­tion while doing any work — stud­ies / web design / any­thing.

We all seem to truly show that we are man­a­cled by time by  our wrist watches. The amount of free­dom left is dic­tated by that tiny lit­tle clock on your left (or right?) wrist, that big­ger one on the wall; that tiny rec­tan­gle on the mon­i­tor. Alarms and clocks are every­where — in the cell­phone, in the iPod, occa­sion­ally in key­chains. Bound by the invis­i­ble, ever-shortening chains.

Why are we all so com­pletely con­trolled by time? Why do I con­stantly feel the need to glance at my watch and see if I can relax a bit more; or if I should/have to do some more work within this much time? Always fret­ting, always wor­ry­ing; more so since I started college.

Part of the rea­son is per­haps that we are all mor­tal; but in the short term — which is as far as most of us look (at least I do) time is still as impor­tant as in the long. After all, suc­cess is sim­ply a mea­sure of how well you man­aged to use all the time you had.

Time is, after all, just another dimen­sion; the only prob­lem is that we still haven’t man­aged to go back­wards (and side­ways) through it at will; just for­ward, at the same rate as the rest of human­ity. It’s not really a sur­prise that time-machines are one of the most pop­u­lar con­cepts in sci­ence fiction.

The only way to be free of this bond, is per­haps, only by not car­ing about the pas­sage of time. Which, is much much eas­ier said than done, or even attempted. I, for one, can­not imag­ine life with­out my metaphor­i­cal steel man­a­cle which just dis­plays the length of my invis­i­ble, unbreak­able chain.

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Guys at IIT D — be careful about apps!

First off — I’m guilty too — not very — but still, guilty enough.

What am I talk­ing about? The appli­ca­tions we are all send­ing these days to get that dream for­eign intern. Have a look here: http://www.phdcomics.com/proceedings/viewtopic.php?t=7671&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=0 .

A few key high­lights from the 8 page long conversation:


Once to twice per week I get an appli­ca­tion for an intern­ship from an under­grad­u­ate stu­dent at the Indian Insti­tute of Tech­nol­ogy in Mum­bai. I used to reply to them politely, then caus­ti­cally, then I wrote to the bloody uni­ver­sity ask­ing them to pass some­thing round the stu­dents telling them to stop, now I just delete them.

Put sim­ply…

(1) IIT in Mum­bai is a much more highly rated uni­ver­sity than mine so why on earth would they want to come here?

(2) We don’t offer intern­ships anyway

(3) Why would a stu­dent want to do an engi­neer­ing intern­ship in another uni­ver­sity, surely they should be look­ing at engi­neer­ing companies.

(4) The blighters never bother to actu­ally read my per­sonal web­page and tai­lor what they write to my actual research work anyway.

I get a few, fairly reg­u­larly, and my area is Physics. They ask for a sum­mer intern­ship (gen­er­ally about 3 months) and they always begin “Dear Respected Sir”. They include an attach­ment that pur­ports to be their CV, but I have never opened one because I fear a virus. I delete them with­out replying.

Nice read­ing? Let’s move on  to advice to IIT Guwa­hati from an alumnus:

Dear cur­rent ______ students,

In past few weeks I was struck by a string of emails that moti­vated me to write back to you. If you are some­one who is apply­ing for internships/ research positions/ MS in var­i­ous schools or com­pa­nies (in India or abroad) , then hang on and lis­ten to some impor­tant stuff that I have to say. I think, this will really help you in being more suc­ces­ful in your search for what­ever you are look­ing for, and will also help in main­tain­ing rep­u­ta­tion of the school that you are grad­u­at­ing from:

First some unar­guable facts:

1) All of us have a stake in main­tain­ing rep­u­ta­tion of the Depart­ment of _________.If due to any rea­son, rep­u­ta­tion of our school/program goes down, it means less oppor­tu­ni­ties for all of us (alum­nis and cur­rent stu­dents combined).

2) When we send out “mails” the response rate is only 10–20%.
Each one of us have mas­tered the “Art” (you know what I mean). All of us come to IIT, learn from our seniors about how they got that cool intern­ship in Europe or that cov­eted GA/TA/RA posi­tion in a US univ. Obe­di­ent and smart peo­ple we are, we for­mu­late our own mails, “cus­tomized and tai­lor­made for our sit­u­a­tions”, and the com­pe­ti­tion then is who sends out the most sucks in a night. Cor­rect? The news is that every prof I know per­son­ally, knows about this process. Because guess what, this is the same prof who received a bar­rage of such emails every pre­vi­ous year. And over time, they too have got­ten smarter, and a lot of them now ignore such emails. Ever won­dered, why only 10–20% peo­ple reply to your “mails”? This is the rea­son why.

3) Should we stop send­ing these mails out? Short answer is Yes. Well then how do I get those cool intern­ships and GA/TA/RA posi­tions? Start send­ing out real and gen­uine emails.

As the say­ing goes: “Prac­tise what you Preach (and vice versa)”. I too am guilty of the same. Maybe because no one told me the cor­rect way. We were the sec­ond batch of the pro­gram, and there was just no pre­cedance before us. No alumni ever told us that when ordi­nary peo­ple receive a stan­dard IIT “Suck” they are left speech­less, aston­ished and dumb­founded (Okay, maybe not all three together, but one at a time). But hav­ing grown wiser over all these years I feel that its my duty to tell the cur­rent stu­dents that the stan­dard method of send­ing “sucks” is so 1990’s. We are now in 2008. The rats (read profs) have learnt to skip our mouse­traps (read sucks). We need a bet­ter designed mouse­trap (do they still teach such stuff in DO* Wink.

So lets do a crit­i­cal analy­sis of some sen­tences from stan­dard sucks that I received (I won’t tell who sent that to me. Ever. And it is not even my remotest inten­tion to embar­rass any­one. So don’t get dis­heart­ened if I used your email. You can still count me as a friend.)
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Dear Sir,

I am a Pre-final Year under­grad­u­ate stu­dent (3rd year) pur­su­ing Bach­e­lor of ****** in ****** Depart­ment at the Indian Insti­tute of Tech­nol­ogy (IIT), Guwa­hati — one of the pre­mier insti­tutes of tech­nol­ogy in India and among the most pres­ti­gious under­grad­u­ate schools in the world.
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I have a fer­vid desire to do my sum­mer intern­ship under your able guid­ance dur­ing the period May-July,2008.
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I would like to take this oppor­tu­nity to express my sin­cere inter­est in pur­su­ing my sum­mer intern­ship dur­ing the period May — July 2008, under your esteemed guid­ance. It would be a reward­ing expe­ri­ence for me to expand my knowl­edge bound­ary under a per­son of your stature.
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Sir, I am writ­ing this mail in order to explore the pos­si­bil­ity of doing a sum­mer project/internship in your com­pany dur­ing May-July 2008. I am inclined to do a sum­mer intern­ship in the field of “Human Com­puter Inter­ac­tion, Usabil­ity Engi­neer­ing, Inter­face Design” to acquire the skills and knowl­edge nec­es­sary for a future career as a pro­fes­sional. I am a highly moti­vated and hard-working stu­dent and am will­ing to take on any avail­able project that would be rel­e­vant to my area of study.
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I have been a hard work­ing stu­dent right from my school­ing days and I assure you the best effort from my side.I have an inher­ent curios­ity which dri­ves me to the fathom of the sub­ject and has thereby helped me to develop a strong con­cep­tual foun­da­tion.
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I would be extremely for­tu­nate to get an oppor­tu­nity to work in a dis­tin­guished com­pany as your’s and gain prac­ti­cal knowl­edge in the field of design which will help me shap­ing my future.
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Please give some time to eval­u­ate my chances of get­ting an oppor­tu­nity to do a project under your com­pany as this would really play a sig­nif­i­cant role for shap­ing my future.

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Dude and Dudettes, I’m embar­rassed. I am not God. And I def­i­nitely don’t have a “stature” of Abhra­ham Lin­coln (if that’s what you meant). I am sure you are a hard work­ing per­son, but so is every­one else. And I absolutely do not care about your “fer­vid desires”. And most of all, I don’t have a “dis­tin­guished com­pany” nor do I have any role what­so­ever in defin­ing “your future”. You future entirely depends on you and you alone. When you send out an email, that is what defines your future. No-one I know in indus­try will give a call back to some­one who sent such an email. Now when I think about my own his­tory, maybe that’s why I myself could never get an intern­ship in Europe. You need to learn from your senior’s experiences.

A pro­fes­sor from my grad school told me last year (and this is a fact too btw). He said “I think I am fed up with stu­dents from your under­grad col­lege. They seem to have these illu­sions that by send­ing out such emails they will sud­denly get a wind­fall of assist­ant­ship. It just don’t hap­pen that way. And what is it with every­one send­ing sim­i­lar sound­ing emails? Do they have essay classes in India where they are taught to write in a spe­cific way?”

Friends, this is killing the rep­u­ta­tion of our school and reduc­ing the chances of your future suc­cess. You and you alone can get this back on track. The sea­son of send­ing out “sucks” is com­ing rapidly. This time (just for a change), write a sim­ple, con­cise, short email.
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Believe it or not, small emails will firstly ensure that your email is read. Sec­ondly, It will leave the reader with the feel­ing that he received an email from an actual human being (and not a robot). Thirdly, it will leave a door open to ping back with min­i­mum effort, if some­one did not respond back. Address peo­ple by their name, not “Sir”.

Think in this way. It is fair for you to think of your emails as some­thing that is very impor­tant to you. Because your career is at stake. So you tend to fill up the email with details about your projects, past intern­ships, profs with whom you have worked for. But for a sec­ond stop and think from the per­spec­tive of the reader. They don’t care about any of the stuff you will write (unless of course you won a Nobel Prize). Your email is just another one in their busy inbox. Stand out by writ­ing short email, and easy to read crisp resumes and port­fo­lio web­sites. And as always, ask your alumni or seniors if you have any ques­tions. Don’t address your pro­fes­sor as Sir. We have not yet got­ten that “Order of the British Empire”.

Hope some of these things will make sense to you.

Good luck with your search.

Just going through the full thread would be best. Have a look. See our (alright — it’s focussed more on IIT B, but they can replace B by D any­day) excel­lent reputation.

And just stop and think before click­ing send. I know I will.

P.S. Also have a look here for another perspective.

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Drivers, Video Cameras and Gullibility

Learn­ing to be a civil engi­neer means that I must know about infrastructure.

That means i must know about roads.

To design a road, i must know how the road in ques­tion will be used. Know­ing how many vehi­cles will be trav­el­ing on that par­tic­u­lar road, in what direc­tion, etc. etc. lets me choose the type, gra­da­tion of rocks to be used; the grade of the bitu­men to be mixed, and how much to be mixed.

If i have a slightly twisted sense of hon­our, i can metaphor­i­cally pave a road with gold and sil­ver, as var­i­ous MCD engi­neers have been doing — and have been publicised/caught doing so. (Roughly speak­ing, the num­ber of faults in the road is directly pro­por­tional to the net worth — black and white — of the engi­neer who designed it.) But all this is mere digression.

One of the exper­i­ments we do is use a speed gun to mea­sure the veloc­i­ties of var­i­ous vehi­cles pass­ing a par­tic­u­lar road, and to tab­u­late and analyse the data accord­ing to the type, speed of vehi­cles and the lane used by them.

Inci­den­tally, the speed guns we were given looked exactly like a com­mon Handy­cam / video recorder. A group of stu­dents young­sters stand­ing by the road­side, speed-gun handy-cam in hand mean that you have an extremely inter­est­ing trans­porta­tion social exper­i­ment to perform.

The reac­tions of the motorists to our motely group — not­ing down read­ings, and also act­ing as if we were tak­ing close-ups of the pass­ing bikes prob­a­bly skewed our read­ings a bit. Most bikes slowed down a lit­tle to ensure that we got their best side (not that the guys on the bikes had any), a few spread their hands (look Mommy — no hands; no feet; no teeth).

A piece of advice, dear read­ers. Next time you want to behave like a per­form­ing mon­key on notic­ing a cam­era in the vicin­ity, do ensure that it is a camera.

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Blog. But why?

Amitabh Bac­chan blogs. Abhi­nav Bindra blogs. Omar Abdul­lah used to blog. I blog.

Most prob­a­bly, you blog.

We all have our own lives (well, mostly). We all have loads to do (again — most of us). Why do we blog? Is it really so good to express our thoughts, views, opin­ions — even our lives — to com­plete strangers and some friends? Does the fact that we have a medium to express our­selves mean that it must be used?

Blog­ging is a lot like other mass-communication media but in one cru­cial way, it is com­pletely dif­fer­ent. There is no edi­tor; no restric­tion. Write what you like, when you like, if you like — just write. Is it that sur­pris­ing that search­ing — or rather, googling — for “rant” + “blog” returns 491,000 results? That I have my own “Rant” cat­e­gory — which is also, sur­pris­ingly enough, the one most often used? [That was pure, unadul­ter­ated sar­casm, incase you didn’t notice.]

Blog­ging seems to have many, many uses — spread­ing information/knowledge, set­ting up your own, eas­ily edited web-page with­out much tech­ni­cal know-how, show­ing off your pic­tures, rav­ing against peo­ple you don’t like. Every­thing and any­thing. You have video blogs, pic­ture blogs, news blogs, blog blogs… Name it and you can find it. This also means that blogs are amongst the most heav­ily abused media too; there is no such thing as qual­ity con­trol — no need for ref­er­ences, “being cor­rect”. No Wikipedia labels mark­ing the entry/page as “This arti­cle doesn’t cite it’s sources.”.

All this has been debated on — heav­ily. On news net­works, in news­pa­pers, web­sites, and — yes, of course — blogs.

What I’ve never really found an arti­cle on is why do we blog? Earn­ing through adver­tise­ments? Gain­ing the prover­bial fif­teen min­utes of fame over the net? As a means of cathar­sis — anony­mously shar­ing our most inti­mate thoughts and expe­ri­ences with com­plete strangers? Learn­ing what oth­ers think with­out reper­cus­sions? Per­haps all of these. Maybe none.

My own rea­sons for blog­ging are var­ied: as a means of express­ing myself; see­ing if any­one else thinks as I do; announc­ing some­thing impor­tant in my life; shar­ing tech­ni­cal knowl­edge with oth­ers — as oth­ers have shared with me; sim­ply hav­ing my own, clearly defined — and vis­i­ble — vir­tual exis­tence. A way to con­nect with many more peo­ple than I can phys­i­cally — across coun­tries, con­tin­tents and oceans.

If you’re read­ing this blog, and have a blog of your own, answer this: Why do you blog?

I can­not answer that ques­tion for every­one. Per­haps it would be like ask­ing an author — why do you write? Or an artist — why do you paint? Why do you cre­ate? My favourite answer for this ques­tion comes from Thomas BergerBecause it isn’t there.

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My perspective on perspective.

Through­out my life I have seen how a dif­fer­ence in a person’s point of view can alter the sit­u­a­tion. What I have real­ized recently is that chang­ing how you look at the world is as good as chang­ing the world itself.

Per­spec­tive may not be all that mat­ters, but it does mat­ter. A lot.

For me, a person’s per­spec­tive is what defines him/her(/it). As evi­dent from my blog’s title, I con­sider myself a cynic. Or rather, per­haps a cynik — most of you would not con­sider it much of a dif­fer­ence, but I do not fol­low the orig­i­nal Greek cyn­ics exactly. The mod­ern notion of cyn­i­cism is a bit closer to home, but still, I inter­pret it in my own way.

Those old, hor­ren­dous cliches ‘there’s a sil­ver lin­ing in every dark cloud’, ’ ’tis an ill wind that blows none good’ merely address this. Look­ing at an event/object/person with a dif­fer­ent view changes the person.

Chang­ing how you look at the world changes you.

Let me see look at it in another way. Imag­ine being stuck in traf­fic in a bus, or as a pas­sen­ger. Either you could grum­ble about the con­di­tions, or do what I do — go to sleep and use this time to relax.

My com­puter was recently for­mat­ted — for no appar­ent rea­son — but while I re-install all the soft­ware it had I have the time to write a lengthy post. Per­haps this was a bad exam­ple, as many read­ers would see it as two evils.

When there is a ter­ror­ist attack, the per­spec­tive of vic­tims, the vic­tims’ fam­i­lies, the police/government — and those watch­ing yet another spec­ta­cle unfold on tele­vi­sion is com­pletely different.

Drawing Hands, by M.C. Escher

Watch­ing and play­ing sports are two com­pletely dif­fer­ent ball games.

I will never say that one per­spec­tive is right and one is wrong. There are never any absolutes. Look­ing at ter­ror­ists from one point of view may show them as evil incar­nate; seen from the other side you have noble revolutionaries.

Every per­son has his/her own per­spec­tive; based on expe­ri­ence, prej­u­dice, life. Chang­ing these changes the per­son — but we must never lose the abil­ity to look at the world through some­one else’s eyes.

Empa­thy is one of our great­est pow­ers. To under­stand a per­son com­pletely, ana­lyze the world in the way s/he does. To come to an under­stand­ing, to solve a dis­pute — all fac­tions involved must be ready to see things from the opponent’s point of view — and accept or reject them.

Of course, see­ing the world through the eyes of the mur­derer who just butchered you — or the maniac whose blog entry drove you crazy — is com­pletely dif­fer­ent and unnec­es­sary. It is a case of a ran­dom, abstract thought being applied to the real world. What else do you sup­pose could hap­pen when a prod­uct of cool cal­cu­la­tion & obser­va­tion is applied to the illog­i­cal, warped world?

Note to self: I must resist from end­ing all posts with ques­tion marks. ?

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Night

Some­thing always attracts me towards the night. When the sun has gone down, I feel a thrill, more ener­gized and more alive. Spe­cially when I am sit­ting alone in my room, lis­ten­ing to the sounds of the night — dis­tant and unre­lated, yet oddly com­fort­ing. The cats cry­ing, dogs bark­ing, ran­dom traf­fic and the occa­sional whis­tle of the night watchman.

My brain, hands seem to work faster. My cre­ativ­ity seems to increase. Over­all, I become more focused. Barely feel­ing hunger or thirst or sleep, my brain seems to crackle with ideas, and I seem to change. Why? I have no idea. But I do my best work at night.

The tick­ing of the clock is some­thing I love hear­ing when alone; soli­tary, I feel an odd thrill know­ing that I am alive where oth­ers are dead — asleep. No one will dis­turb me with odd or petty requests. Peace. Quiet.

Deli­cious soli­tude. Com­plete concentration.

Of course, work­ing through­out the night has its price. A cer­tain break from the lives of oth­ers. Being dis­tinct, sep­a­rate from oth­ers.

Quite cheap.

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Passage

This pas­sage is some­thing I’ve been want­ing to put up here for a long time. (The lack of a brain is not the only rea­son behind this post.)

The Wee Free Men, by Terry Pratch­ett

Now … if you trust in yourself … ”

Yes?”

” … and believe in your dreams … ”

Yes?”

” … and fol­low your star … ” […]

Yes?”

… you’ll still get beaten by peo­ple who spent their time work­ing hard and learn­ing things and weren’t so lazy. ”

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I, me and myself.

There is a ques­tion I have been ask­ing myself for a long time: are the past me, the present me and the future me the same per­son? Some­how, I don’t think so.

In the past — I knew some things, I was some­one, I behaved in cer­tain ways, had some spe­cific tastes. Now, my tastes have changed, I know more and have for­got­ten much, behave and live dif­fer­ently. In the future, every­thing will have changed again. Phys­i­cally too there are/will be many differences.

So is there any­thing to say that I am the same per­son? Apart from retain­ing mate­r­ial things, my name and rela­tion­ships I seem to be chang­ing completely!

Per­haps that is why we –spe­cially me– are able to pro­cras­ti­nate so eas­ily. The work we leave for the future is for some­one else and not me right now. That paper that is due tomor­row and has been drag­ging on for a week was left for me to do by a com­plete stranger (who is/was a @#$%^) who did not care for me at all.

The cigarettes/drinks some­one con­sumes are health prob­lems for some stranger in the future. The exer­cise I don’t so today is an obe­sity prob­lem for some­one in the future; not for me. The aches, pains and prob­lems will be reserved for him. I will be com­pletely free because I will cease to exist in the next moment!

Fol­low­ing this line of rea­son­ing, the me in the past is the cause of all my prob­lems (that #$%^@) and I am going to dump almost all of those on the future me (and add some more of my own). Who will have to face them at one time or the other.

Is this life? Rec­ti­fy­ing the some­one else’s mis­takes and com­mit­ting some more for another to solve?

Prob­a­bly.

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Musical Isolation

iPod. Zune. iRiver. A bil­lion mp3 players.

Motorola Razr. Nokia MusicX­Press. A few bil­lion more music enabled cellphones.

Walk­ing along the road I often think of these. My iPod is plugged into my ears. Constantly.

Cycling, walk­ing, eat­ing, run­ning to classes, run­ning back from classes: head­phones plugged in, I walk along hear­ing a beat meant only for me. Keep­ing me occu­pied, sep­a­rat­ing me from oth­ers.

Wear­ing the head­phones projects a kind of Do Not Dis­turb aura (you can even see the cap­i­tals). Sur­rounded by peo­ple, my music player allows me pri­vacy, even if it is in my head. No one attempts small talk, and I can walk on in peace. Peo­ple seem to even get a tri­fle embar­rassed when I remove my head­phones when they talk to me: per­haps because it indi­cates that I am about to give what they say my full atten­tion. (which is very very rare in nor­mal conversations).

Per­haps I am anti-social. Per­haps I bet­ter skip the per­haps. But I value being able to have peace from speech; from con­stant small talk… Time to talk to myself, to enjoy melodies: any­thing from vio­lins to drum beats; to not be oblig­ated to reply when some­one wants to talk to you (which is almost all the time).

And this is now pos­si­ble for me. With­out being rude, or being openly clas­si­fied as an anti-social loner, I man­age to keep a lot of time to myself while at the same time being sur­rounded by hun­dreds of peo­ple; no dis­trac­tions or loud noises. Just me and my thoughts (which occa­sion­ally — or rather often — tend to be quite rabid).

Of course, the flip side is that I prob­a­bly won’t be able to hear the car blow­ing its horn as it comes up fast behind me and the first indi­ca­tion I get about it’s pres­ence is when it actu­ally makes con­tact with me (which will not be gen­tle). Hope­fully there is still a long time for that day to come.

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Passage 3

It might have caused some com­ment in a few highly select cir­cles (gen­er­ally located in remote loca­tions, involv­ing lots of white, padded, walls, iron bars and strait­jack­ets) that there have been no posts for a month. The rea­son? you all may ask. (and you may go on ask­ing for that mat­ter). My brain dis­in­te­grated. Or rather, what was left dis­in­te­grated. So go treat your­self to another pas­sage writ­ten by peo­ple who actu­ally know how to write.

 

Good Omens, Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett

It is said that the devil has all the best tunes.

This is broadly true. But Heaven has the best choreographers.

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