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New thoughts in a new place. Visit http://www.thedistanti.blogspot.com/

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Last weekI lived life 70 mm size. With the Osian cinefan on in town it was difficult for me to do anything else but watch movies. I think Cinefan did a damn good deed by showing Delhites some Egyptian cinema. Egypt is considered to be having the most vibrant filmin the Arab world. There were three notable ones that were screened were Youssef Chahine's Cairo Station, The Yacoubian building and the

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A hot humid July afternoon in Delhi. Venue a posh South Delhi location,where the lesser privelged like moi wait for a Blueline or DTC at the bus stop. But as each droplet of sweat lines through our bodies, we realise that we won't be able to get home today if don't mug a car wallah and confiscate his car. for there is no sign of the blueline or the rare specie called the DTC. The Delhi Govt has

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and the Island of bird droppings

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So what if Osian's cinefan, a film fest wherein I have seen some wonderful movies of our times has moved to Mumbai. I had my own little fest going on. Some of the movies screened were:Cheeni Kum (Hindi) Rating:*****Springtime in a Small town (Chinese with EST*) Rating ****Orphee (French) Rating ****Thelma and Louise (English, US) Rating*****Ghaire Bhaire (at last!!) (Bengali with EST) Rating ****

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For those wondering where the Woman with Blue Hat disappeared. Here it is: She was gracing the French teacher's cupboard of the Foreign Language Department of a Delhi-based school. No marks for guessing which French teacher's cupboard it was! Well, all of it happened quite suddenly and one fine days as moi while preparing for a lesson was looking in my cupboard, I was surprised to find the Lady

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Something that I can live on forever....The potatoes sizzle in a pond of oilOn a tawa bordered with tikkisIn a glass cabinetsit the dry papadisdreaming of moist bhallasunknown to the giddy madnessthat shall rock their beingsunder the warm covers of tamarind, mint and curd(Read at the Delhi Poetree session held at the American Centre, New Delhi on May 4, 2007)

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I know you are sick of this by now. But I wonder who will take over from Big B now. Khan, with his Tag Heur watches and Don personified? I don't think so. What's appealing about Big B is appeal among the masses. The man on the street relates to AB as a man on the street as someone who personifies their struggle in life. AB goes through the same indignities, as the common man, on screen. They see

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The musty smell of books and the mystery that lies in between the shelves .... mmm who doesn't like libraries. Or shall we say which bookworm doesn't like the smell of libraries. Everybody is their. From Danielle Steele to Umberto Eco, from Sidney Sheldon to Charles Darwin. Just everybody who has a place in the bookworm's wild imagination sits pretty on the library shelve.There was a time when

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Now that the marriage bells have finally rung and one is slowly getting used the fading of its deafening toll does life seem different? I mean the hubby is back where he belongs with Uncle Sam. The battalion of relatives with their long list of advices (how to be a good wife and (of course!) lose weight etc....) has gone back. I packed up everything that reminded me of the last three crazy weeks

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"Just what are the Jews?" exclaimed R as a group of us sat together enjoying a break from an intense session of French. Well, honestly, if this was happening an year ago I would have simply withdrawn in anguish over Gen X lacking a sense of history and politics. But not so that afternoon as we sat mulling over rise of Christianity over some really oily egg rice. Not then when Shilpa Shetty was

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Guess the rest of the wannabes of tinsel town felt a tad left out with the Abhiwarya saga taking centrestage. While SRK gets his dose of attention with his KBC promos, Sanjay Dutt gets his share by keeping his appointment with the TADA court. New Year saw Mallika Sherawat dance away the night in a skin suit with nothing but Swarovski crystals as bare essentials. The 'dirty dancing' caught the

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It isn't many years ago that I discovered Kuch naa Kaho, the movie in which Abhishek and Aishwarya first starred together. The movie was no great shakes. The usual song and dance. What touched me the most was the story of a single mother finding love. Somehow, Ash, with her translucent green eyes, petite frame managed to portray the strong, yet sensitive single mother who finds love in the strong

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On Christmas eve I started reading The Gospel according to Jesus Christ By Jose Saramago. A strange mood out kept me from going for midnight mass and I poured myslef into the book. Let's call it the pagan in me. I am always looking out for literature which gives me different interpretations of the events leading upto the birth of Christ. Somehow, I feel there are more meanings to it than the

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Just where is everybody!!? It seems the chill got them... Anyway the chill could get anything but my fingers:)The second leg of the journey of a thousand miles, which began exactly one week after the first one ended, took me next to South India. (Aah! what a memory on cold, December day like this).Our journey began at the dawn of November 26. After a week of hurried shopping and preparations for

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begins with a phone call. But then that is another long story which will be told in another time in another post. But November has been the month of journeys, spiritual and emotional. It all began when a certain important exam got a centre in Allahabad, the heart of UP and the city of Prayag, the confluence of the two rivers Yamuna and Ganga, the Kumbh mela, Anand Bhawan and the reference point

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Happened to be a visitor at the India Social Forum, being held in New Delhi (Nov 9-13) Worth a visit, especially for the socially conscious and for those who think that busy urban life is cutting them off from the 'real India'. Social groups, NGOs from Tirunelvelli to Nepal from Gauhati to Mumbai camped on the vast grounds of the Jawaharlal Nehru Stadium. What was more interesting was the fact

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Change, and I am not talking only of the weather. I guess it's one thing we all love to hate. How much ever we love our present situations in life, work, home, our cities, the streets we know... we have to reconcile to the fact that things change; for better or for worse. And one has to go along with it our we would be left far behind or worse life could get you badly.In life, perhaps we have to

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Priyadarshini Mattoo gives me goose bumps and when I see her cherubic face splashed over TV channels and newspapers, my heart chills. Because Mattoo, could have been any one of us. Regular, college going student with lots of friends, dreams in her heart...and Mattoo could happen to any one of us, who are eve-teased, sometimes stalked or, at times, harrased by uncouth men. I really don't want to

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That's what me and the the erstwhile mother-hen(mh) discussed as we met up one random evening. Somehow people can't just leave a little space unoccupied. If there is an open terrace, there will be barsatis, (even an open air western style loo, as a top floor neighbour of mine has done), if there is an open patch of green in front of a ground floor house it would be concretised and if there is

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Just looked at the date when I last posted and realised it's almost a month since i wrote something... Anyway.. i guess couldn't help it, considering the crazy twists and turns my life is taking and shall continue to take for the next few months was thoroughly in a state of distraction. This post rang true last weekend. I got a chance to have another look at Ahmedabad once again!! as a part of a

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The latest SRK flick Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna reminds me of two movies I saw. The French Belle de Jour where Catherine Deneuve plays the bored housewife who offers herself up to prostitution and a movie called The Demolition Man, where a man gives up his wife to her former lover. (I thought Rani Mukerjee, in her red and black satin night wears and sterile looks looked a lot like Catherine Denueve.)

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Didn't think I would say it like this. But here I am saying it "Au revoir Ahmedabad". You been very kind to me. Soothed my frayed, crazy nerves and slowly, quietly, steadily filled me with a new hope for life. I guess I needed you very badly and was searching for you after a certain turn that my life took. Lost in that labyrinth I found you. Sometimes I think it was just destiny which brought me

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If Rembrandt was alive today he would have admired me. Not only that he would cast me as a model for one of his paintings. These were just some of the thoughts that gathered in my head a few months back as I admired his Bathsheba a few months back.Fat- in varying degrees from time to time has over the years attracted more attention than it actually should. It was only recently, while visiting a

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I'm glad. The rather ridiculous ban on blogs has finally lifted and I am back at the key board, chattering away. So here we are...The terror attacks in Mumbai on July 11 or what is now 7/11 certainly shook the life out of us. The trains in Mumbai are certainly the backbone of the city carrying some millions everyday to their destinations. And when terror strikes on something as common place,

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It was one of those lazy slumbery Thursday mornings when I got this grainy feeling in my mouth. When I inserted my finger far into the dark corners of my mouth, I was surprised by the remanants of a broken enamel. I couldn't believe my eyes a broken tooth without rhyme or reason or for that matter pain... I wrapped up the broken tooth in a hanky as a souvenir (Thought I would show it off to my

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I had been watching its progress as a ringside viewer and here I am, tagged, thanks to Toeknee . So here we go....I am thinking about: ummmm... many things at the same timeI said: I am crazyI want to: beI wish: the heat would just melt awayI miss: lime and lemoney DU bantaI hear: thunderI wonder: all the timeI regret: not being movie star materialI am: cool and patientI dance: when no one's

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It's an argument that's always on. Barista or Cafe Coffee Day(CCD). Last week, while waiting for someone at Barista I realised it has a better ambience than the CCDs, which are dotted across the city. The orange-brown mellow interiors, black and white posters of people enjoying coffee, music playing quietly in the background or for that matter even the posters of coffee beans is enough to makes

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only in India...

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I wonder how people do it. Manage to be organised, hair in place, clothes in place, irrespective of whether they had a bad hair day or not. I must confess that disorganisation is something that I was born with. Sometimes when my room looks as if a tornado just visited it and I can't find the right kurta with the right pyjama all I can do is stand and look at the mess, stupefied, simply becoz I

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I know I am case of long-time-no-post. But can't help it. The first interdit to the posting were my French exams. Throwing me into linguistic dilemmas for weeks together. Everything was being evaluated feminine ou masculine, Singulier ou Pluriel. Celui-ci ou Celui-la (this one or that one), Anglais, Francais. But the thing that fascinated and baffled me the most about French Grammar was the

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heaven or hell

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Last week one of my worst and wildest fears proved true. I have a bag fetish or may be a bag-o-phile is a better word. As my rick rattled its way through the cool Amdavadi night, I caught a glimpse of some red, sequins and embroidery on the road. The next reaction was stop, don't stop, STOP STOP STOP! I think I have found the bag that I have been looking for sometime now. So when the auto made

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The Cinnamon Peeler If I were a cinnamon peelerI would ride your bedand leave the yellow bark duston your pillow.Your breasts and shoulders would reekyou could never walk through marketswithout the profession of my fingersfloating over you. The blind wouldstumble certain of whom they approachedthough you might batheunder the rain gutters, monsoon.Here on the upper thighat this smooth

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"So what do you think is feminism?" asked D, as the conversation continued long into the night. "I think feminism is the woman's right to choose the life that she would like to lead." A prompt answer, but then it kind of led me into collecting my thoughts about feminism. Since the past 9 years I have had this tussle with the issue of feminism. Graduating from a college, whose idealogy was largely

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It's that time of the year again. The meaning of which becomes clearer and clearer with each passing year. We are very much into the Holy Week. The Week began with Palm Sunday, tomorrow is Maundy thursday; the day of Christ's last supper, Good Friday; the day of his crucifixion, Holy Saturday; the day of mourning, Easter Sunday; the ressurection of christ. As a child I never really looked

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One word poem

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If there is anything that really, truely gets on to my nerves it is doorbells. Of course, they might announce the arrival of a lot of near and dear ones but it is when it rings when it doens't need to that it bugs me. For example, when in the middle of a bath, just when the soap suds have started having the desired effect and you have picked up the right note to that decrepit bathroom number, it

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A warm afternoon. I am in the middle of many things. In my deleriously busy state I imagine myself late for an appointment. Just then the phone rings and thank God I pick it up! (for considering the `Silent' mode it has slipped into there are many a calls that missed me!). 'Hello' said a soft subtle voice on the other end. ``Su, here'' Heieii!! I yell. ``Abhi in office?'' she asks. ``Yes, but I

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Run around the town and put up WANTED posters. That's the only thing left to do now. Coz I have tried every possible way (not that there are many) to get it touch with you Su. Yes, Where are you? Your phone doesn't respond anymore and I know that your residence address is not valid anymore. Just where exactly are you? I have called up the few chosen friends you have. They know no more than I do.

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So what do u do? Said K, just as i thought I would snatch a few moments of the pleasant February morning to myself and just when I thought I will banish the word `Journalist' from my head, just for a little while. I replied ``I am journalist''. So then what do u do? ``umm... I write and sometimes edit and sometimes.... So what do you write? hellooo here we go again..... Well that's how the

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Now when was bluffmaster released? December? I unfortunately or fortunately caught up with it only last week. Well, the main purpose was to drool over Abhishek Bachchan. His dark half shaven looks, long legs, vulnerable, deep, ponderous eyes. I am simply in love with him and so is half the female (and may be some male) population of this country. The guy really looks good doing whatever he does.

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Much as I can't get this film out of my head. And what haunts me the most are Konkona's eyes, those of someone sucked into the whirlpool of her delusions. First of all, I think the film is a very sensitive and a realistic portrayal of the mentally ill and its family. Time stops for the family which has a mentally ill individual. It's almost a thread of time has coagulated into a stubborn knot.

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I guess I should have seen it coming- the catastrophe that occured on Sunday morning. Being a Sunday meant living it up the lazy daisy way. Waking up post nine, downing two-three cups of tea or coffee and then of course the oil bath. And since the time I shifted in with Mani, we kind of shoo of the cook and take over the kitchen. Moi woke up post nine, lolled about with a cup of coffee, looked up

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``How do you do it?'' asked P, ``Well I just do it!'' I said. Stuck in Gurgaon sans family, friends, the lady was planning to go for a movie all alone. And she was turning to me for advice. ``How?'' she pondered , ``Just up and go!'' was my retort.Don't know whether she went alone or caught hold of someone to watch teeny-bopper flick Neal&Niki. If she did the former then the experience wouldn't

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It's eerie walking into a place were you almost lay dying a month ago. That's my flat on a pleasant late December morning in Abd. The Frooti bottles still lay there so did the the old newspapers. The diseased, discarded clothes lay exactly where i had left them- on the floor. The room was still, covered with dust. Random cobwebs had sprung up in the corners and the books probably just sat there

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Today after a long time I caught a bus from one end of this chaos called Delhi to another one of it's God forsaken ends. Riding through Delhi, an individual can go through a variety of emotions. First there is the situation inside the bus. There is this moment when you board the metal box called the Blue Line. (Notorious at a point of time for running down people). You grab an empty seat and wait

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Btw notice the DHL ad in which people from all across India produce a shirt lovingly for 'Amy'? That's really a sad take on the sweat shops across the third world which produce quality goods for the developed world

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Continuing with the theme of romance (I wouldn't say 'love', coz just this morning I decided there is no word more abused and misused than that)there is something about M&Bs (Mills and Boons). There was a time I used to scoff at them. I mean how could someone just keep reading novel after novel about romance, with similar plots. Man meets woman, falls in love, seduces, misunderstanding, patch up.

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Call me jealous if you may, But I just can't stand possessive couples. I mean this thing of `if u r going around with me u better not look at anyone else'. I think it's simply the greatest sign of distrust that one partner has for the other. I mean why should friends of the opposite sex suffer because someone has a love life?Does love for a person mean pinning down that particular person and

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What is it about the city that never sleeps. I guess it is the air or the sea, which washes away the pain and sweat of living. Weather it is day or night, Diwali or not Mumbai is like hot cup of tea which can be enjoyed at any time. The coconut trees, the taxis, the trains and the people who have timed their lives according to the railway time-table. It's crazy and comfortable at the same

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Three boats and a Setting Sun created by ME on adobe photoshop on a down and out day

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It happened on Saturday morning. The trip that was waiting to happen. A Heritage Walk through Ahmedabad's old quarters. We were a motley gang of about six people, four Germans made it ten. A number big enough for our guide Chandrashekhar to take for a mid-morning walk through the old quarters of Ahmedabad.The tricoloured Swami Narayan temple in Kalupur. Built over a period of 15 years (1856-71),

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They says u'll find them everywhere, from Mount Everest to Antartica. I am talking about the ubiquitous, omnipresent Malayali. From corporate board rooms, to newspaper offices, to schools, colleges, government offices, in the glam world in the loos... they are everywhere. It is more interesting to hear this community converse. For eg: the other day at one of the best newspaper offices in the city

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How funny some days are. I get up in the morning thinking I am going to make the best of it, actually I think I am going to give my everything to work today. But once I get there, everything simply goes haywire. The there are certain days on which I think I am going to drag myself like a flat tyre. But Voila! I end being the heroine of the day. Can someone tell me how it works!!!

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As I mentioned in my last post I have been reading books which are stirring something within me and Amitav Ghosh is not the only novelist doing that.Last week I finished reading Alberto Moravia's The Woman of Rome. It was an old tattered copy which I picked up from the Sunday book bazaar in Delhi. As they rightly say, one shouldn't judge the book by its cover. It proved right in the case of

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Reading, for me is an extermely private activity, (which I indulge in most of the time) so I prefer not to talk about the authors that I read. However, off late I have been reading authors who are stirring something in me. One of them is Amitav Ghosh. And I feel if I don't write about The Shadowlines, I would be carrying an unexplained burden of sorts. The Shadowlines is a book set at the time of

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Saw Kuch Kuch Hota Hai for the nth time last night. I think it is my favourite movie. I just love the way Anjali and Rahul are friends and unknowingly soulmates initially. And then they meet after years realising the strong bond of love and friendship they share with each other. They film is not just about love it's also about friendship. And of course the magic of love and how it can change

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For all those at loss, Khakra is staple snack of Gujarat. Made of wheat, it's a crossover between, chappati and papad and comes in various flavours, including Chinese. So if you are hungry and in Ahmedabad head straight to Khakra shop. (The most famous being Induben khakrawala) and buy your monthly stock of Khakra. Believe me it is cost-effective, good for dieters and tasty. All in all a good

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Some thoughts ........How is it possible to judge an individual with one phone call or email or for that matter even a meeting?Why is it fine if the guy has spent years accumulating degrees and certificates and 'not very fine' if the proposed bride also wants to do the same? Is she expected to glow in her husband's glory?And what if one party 'clicks' and the other doesn't?I remember my good old

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I was 18 when I first entered a newspaper office. If it wasn't for the two year break in between I would have completed I think about 6 years in Journalism, starting from an intern to sub-editor reporter and now to staff writer. I am still a kid in this field compared to what many of our seniors do here.I have a love-hate relationship with journalism. I meet all sorts everyday. Our editors are

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waves smash the shorescrushing sandacastles and trampling manunder it's wet feetLike an angry mad manits frothy handsashen fingershair tangled with disgustit rushes forwardreckless, in its pursuithungry for the human creedit swallows little dreamsdrowns seashore gamesand we remaincalling out their names

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The Golden Temple, Amritsar, is a beautiful sight on Diwali. The main temple is all lit up. When we reached there on Diwali eve there was not even an inch of space to move. Apparently Diwali is also the day when Guru Hargobind Singh was released by Emperor Jehangir. But he was not released alone he was done so with 52 Hindu gurus. Reason enough to celebrate!Since there was no way we could have

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EMThe Woman in the Blue Hat by Pablo Picasso. Moody, cranky, colourful and intelligent... In short a bit like ME!

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