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Lessons from Accenture notes

Lessons from Accenture Inculcate leadership Performance based rewards Not just cash rewards but also recognition awards Individual respect Subtle reference to actual values without making them conflicting Sanjay Jain lead of management consulting Accenture. Query: consulting related to smes. Scalability, also learnt from Sandeep fufasa. They don't own any properties. All are leased. They call themselves a people's company. Meritocracy ingrained in the values of the company.

Love that has no conditions Love that passes the Test Love that has no wanting Love that doesn't care about the rest: Love that has no language Nor religion nor race Love that needs no reasons Not even the same place: Love that we don't fall into But in which we rise Love that binds together In laughter or cries; Love that Teaches suffering That gives some pain Or weakens the heart so much That drives one insane; But love that picks itself up From its own battered tatters And draws strength from itself As much as it matters; Such a love give me o lord That takes me through this life Nothing else will I yearn Except its shield in my strife.

Self

Love poem

There is hope in the first ray of the sun: But without darkness, there is no fun. It's not the good times that we are together, But how we sail through the storm that matter. I'm not what I am on one day, I am what I am everyday I may not be able to express what I feel But I assure you the few words I say are for real. There are choices to be made, There are feelings unsaid, Unspoken are the emotions, And sometimes there are just conditions. No fault is too great But love is more than that Humans will err, But everything love will cover.

Self

Travelling

I came back home weary last night Office and home, a common sight The same places and the same men The city life had become a burden. I thought of the mountains The sea, the fountains With a friend near me Neither stress, nor worry. A different plate on offer A smile more than the platter Apparel hitherto unseen In places I've never been. So I know there are those Very different than me knows Against all my fake vanity Bound with a thread of humanity. I return sober and humble I'm revived and more nimble I may not go back again But my travel has not gone in vain.

The Quandary of the prefix 'e':eBay, e-Commerce et al

So, the day before yesterday was the Big Billion Day sale at Flipkart. They sold six hundred crores worth of stuff, in ten hours. They could have sold more had the website not crashed. Or, had they been better prepared, as mentioned by the Bansals, the owners, to a newspaper daily.

This event, the reactions that it elicited from people across the society, was prominently featured in all the newspapers today. Papa had some strong things to say. He got almost emotional as he said with great conviction, “Where will the brick and mortar stores go if this were to happen more frequently?” He recalled an incident where my younger brother went to a shopping mall, rummaged through many items, found what he wanted and tried it out. Then, without much ado he kept it back. When salespeople started asking him, he retorted he would buy it online – cheaper, and when he got back home.

I will refrain from judging my younger brother. But what he did was being done by a lot of people, especially the younger generation. The larger question here is – is it okay to allow single entities to become this big and replace the many brick and mortar stores? What would happen to the millions of self-employed? The retailers are coming together and protesting before the government to regulate this. Will such a move on the government’s part be justified?

I like the word Disruption. IT has changed our lives in many ways. All the naysayers who said that bringing computers into offices would render many jobless have been proven wrong; in fact, on one hand the efficiency of people to work has increased, and on the other hand the people have adapted and moved on to develop their skills to do other jobs. Yes, there will many who will resist change; but people must and will adapt. There will be friction, there will be collateral damage and there will be turmoil. Now, there is a disruption looming over the way we shop.

There is no point in trying to restrict, hinder or regulate the shopping disrupters. Rather, this could be seen as an opportunity to be an early bird in the virtual market. The ones with brick and mortar may shift to an online model. Okay, there are the issues like the business model of amazon, the economies of scale, but the small stores survive against the onslaught of the big malls and so will the small e-commerce ventures survive against the big e-retailers.

It’s time to envision the future, anticipate the changes that it is bringing and adapt. There is no reason to be pessimistic.

Thailand Trip

Thaiyya Thaiyya Thailand Trip

Just done with a whirlwind trip of Thailand! How the trip came about? Aayush proposed almost a month ago that we go to Thailand. The tickets were cheap and there were some really attractive offers for the stay too. Importantly, it could be our last trip together as bachelors because Mayank was about to get married and it could be Aayush's turn very very soon. Also, it was the Pujo time in Bengal. We were shocked to find out Mayank had no passport and that even if we tried our best we wouldn't be able to get it made in time for the trip. As a back up, we went ahead with hotel reservations in bhutan for a 3-day trip. We would travel to Paro and Taktsang. Travel to bhutan did not require a passport, a voter ID card would do. But we were to be further shocked because we found out Mr Mayank did not even have that! So now our bhutan trip stood cancelled too! We met for one last time and decided we just had to go out for this Pooja holidays. We decided to go to Sikkim, where no identity card issues would be there.(Surprisingly, Mayank's driving license had also been seized a few weeks ago!) adventure lovers that we are, we planned the trip in such a way that Mayank backed out of even the sikkim trip, adventure hater that he is, but of course citing marriage shopping pressure! Now, this drama came to a full circle and Aayush suggested since Mayank was not coming anyway, we should rather go to Thailand. Thailand was zeroed in. Costs had escalated. Offers had expired. We still went ahead and we couldn't believe we were heading for Thailand in another 2-3 days. The Trip We landed in Bangkok's Suvarnabhoomi International airport at 4 am local time and headed straight for Pattaya. Day 1: we had the option of going for a half day dirt biking tour of Pattaya. But we chose to go for a biking(cycle) tour of the city through important landmarks instead. It was a good decision. Our Dutch guides were very hospitable and friendly. The visit to The Sanctuary of Truth was the highlight of this tour. I couldn't eat anything during the day because there is a strange smell in the city that took hold of me. The food was not at all appealing. Ironically, even a visit to a vegetarian food festival for lunch couldn't be of help because of the perpetual smell that had taken grip of me. I stayed on a liquid diet because the quality of the fruits and juices available even the roadside were extraordinary. Thai is the local language. English directions are there but the locals can barely speak the language. It was surprising to be back at the hotel by evening and not be tired as we expected. All three of us had cycled after ages. Day 2: Ko Lahn Island (Coral Island) This is a must visit island on anyone's itinerary if one is visiting Pattaya. We purposely did not take an organised tour to the island because we knew we would be charged many times over the actual cost. We took the ferry to the island. The ferry takes almost one hour and the journey is very scenic. We had initially planned to scuba dive at the island. But since we had already done that before in Goa, we decided to try under sea walking. The activity was for thirty minutes. We were taken to a point further from the beach into the sea. We were thrown into the ocean with an oxygen mask. The waters here were clearer here than they had been in Goa. We were suddenly among schools of fish. As soon as we threw bread crumbs, we would be swarmed with fishes from all sides. It was fun. Our guides were fun and we had a good time under water. We then went to a less crowded beach on a different part of the island and just lazed there under the sun. We couldn't just empathise with the westerners enjoying their sun bath. We happily stayed on the beach but under the shade. Day 3: This day had been booked for The Flight of the Gibbon. It's a jungle activity organised by Tree Top Asia across many cities of the world. We need to zip line from tree top to tree top across the tropical rainforest of Thailand. It was a whole day of activity with a tour of the khwa-khew zoo included. It was great fun and we were grouped with a bunch of Russians for the activity. Day 4: Bangkok We had the Escape Hunt on our itinerary for this day. It's an international chain spread across many cities. We were put in an actual room and we had to solve a mystery of a murder using clues and escape the room. It was great fun especially as ardent fans of the Great Sherlock Holmes! We rounded up the day with a trip to the Indian shopping market - indra market. Bangkok was a far better place to eat out because Indian restaurants are strewn across the city. We actually found the quality and taste of food better than what we get in an average restaurant in india . Day 5: We had Siam Ocean world on our final day's itinerary before flying back home. It was unbelievable how they have developed such a big artificial environment for deep sea creatures at the basement of Bangkoks biggest shopping complex. We also visited the Wat Pho temple of the reclining Buddha on this day. General impressions: Bangkok is a world class city. It's a great place to go shopping with every brand under the sun having a presence. The bulk of Indian travellers to Bangkok are proxies for smuggling agents who use the 20kg limit to get in whatever is available cheap there. This makes the airport officials in Thailand extra careful when dealing with Indians. Although I was uncomfortable with the food first day, I grew used to the smell. Even when we didn't get vegetarian Indian food easily, we managed well with fruits, juices and the extraordinary corn available on the streets. The people are very hygienic and even the hawkers wear gloves. A lot of Indians travel to Thailand apparently, so the people we interacted with - the tuktuk guys, the hawkers, the waiters etc used to greet us with a namaste,mention the Buddha or Shahrukh Khan! Interestingly, the Hindu culture is very deep rooted in Thailand, more than what we know and more than what they realise. Their form of greeting is the Same as Namaste. There are many sanskritic words in their language. Their airport is Suvarnabhoomi international airport. Their king is supposed to be an incarnation of Lord Ram. Their airport had a huge statue depiction of the Samudra Manthan. The Buddhist temples are not exclusively Buddhist but invariably Hindu-Buddhist with carvings from both religions dominating equally. America's Vietnam war converted Thailand and especially bangkok into a sin city famous for brothels and the sex trade because it was the nearest country that American soldiers could come for recreation and splurge. It's said that 3-4% of the economy still comes from the sex trade. A lot of women from the poor north get into this business as they dream of getting a westerner husband and a better life with lots of money. As soon as you step into Thailand, this aspect stares at you on the face. We were surprised at how open it was wherever we went from Pattaya to Bangkok. In fact, it was a common sight to see an old westerner with a young thai girl(or a boy) walking hand in hand on the streets. But we had come to see a different side of Thailand, which we did. Our general impression of the thai society was very positive - for the simple reason that let alone girls, even the transvestites/third gender enjoy a lot of respect and acceptability in their society. It was common to see them as sales people,at as much ease as a boy or a girl in a departmental store. Human development index of Thailand is probably the second highest in Asia. All in all, we may not go back to Thailand again but it was a trip to remember.

The wayfarer keeps going The wayfarer keeps going. He treads along the way All night and all day Stopping not for rain Nor the trifle pain. He makes a new friend At every turn or bend He greets with a smile Even helping them a while. But He stops not for long Lest they hark him with a song For he must go,for he must go Whilst time and wind flow. The wayfarer keeps going. The wayfarer keeps going.

Doomed to greatness

Once we friends were having a discussion on freedom fighters when a friends father passing by overheard us. He said," The names of Bhagat Singh and Chandrashekhar Azad sound very nice but as parents we never wish our children to be them. No doubt they were great men but we cannot even dream of making such sacrifices as their parents did." It was an understandable position. Children are the hope of parents, the support in their old age and time of need. Not that they are selfish, but the children are the medium through which parents derive vicarious joy, because the children are but an extension of themselves. But the people who have gone on to greatness from merely being good, are the ones whose near and dear ones have sacrificed. Not that they loved their children or dear one any less, but that they loved them so much and so purely that they sacrificed them. Which brings me to my interpretation of sacrifice, a virtue that I regard highly, and regarded highly in the faith Jainism that I was born into. True sacrifice is when someone or something held closely to ones heart is given up for a greater good. Sacrifice is painful, brings untold mental trauma and suffering to the sacrificer. But it is supposed to take one closer to detachment, to moksha, to nirvana. It is one of the most difficult virtues to practise and imbibe. Sacrifice is central to greatness. All great people have sacrificed - their family, their pleasures, their rights, their dear ones, even their lives for a cause, for some greater good. While all those great people are remembered fondly today, they suffered, were humiliated, discouraged and what not during their lives to the point of their losing faith in their cause, but they stuck to what they believed in, hoping that it would pay off even when they are no longer there to witness it. I thus reach my dilemma. Whether to sacrifice, or to live a nondescript life which is limited in scope and full of the simple pleasures of life. Either way, I know I would want to go the other way.

Trip to Kerala

The trip to kerala was eye-opening, subtle in many ways. The friend who was supposed to come with me ditched me at the last moment so I was pretty much alone and the only outsider traveling in Kerala. Another person in my situation would have backed out but I did not because of two reasons. One, I wanted to honor my word given to my friends in kerala that I would come. Two, because this kind of solitary traveling suits me because it leaves me with my thoughts for sufficient intervals.

My trip started on a disastrous note. I was supposed to start from Chennai to Kannur, my first stop, with a friend. The friend didn't note the train timing properly and missed the train! I was badly disappointed. But managed to reach kannur the next morning.

I had expected that I would ask the directions of the house of the Muslim friend at whose place I was to stay, and reach there by bus or by auto. I was pleasantly surprised to find that my friend was waiting with his car to receive me at the station. My first taste of Kerala's hospitality.

It was cloudy in Kannur. My friend took my to a beach. Another friend had a "Shashtibhooti" or "sixtieth birthday" of her father and had invited me over to her house. I went not so much as to meet her as to meet her father, an economist and her mother, a doctorate holder in Chemistry. I only wondered how the only child of such educated parents was working in a run-of-the-mill IT company after just Engineering.

I had a nice chat with the father on issues of the current economy, the american economy, the communists, his own life and M.N. Roy and his Radical Humanism. I had just to prod him with a few questions and he spoke at length over the topic most close to his heart- economics and philosophy. And I the interested and patient listener listened with rapt attention till I realized that it was the function that I had actually come to attend.

Talking to her mother was wonderful in many ways. Both husband-wife complemented each other. The mother talked about the father and his influences on her. And with so much love she spoke! Having met couples who have stayed with each other for as long and tired of each other's trifing habits, eccentricities, meeting this couple who had mutual love and regard for each other was a great experience. I remembered the Guy de Maupassant's short story Happiness.

By evening, I returned to my friend's home. He had come all the way to pick me. On the way home, we talked of how the communists ruined Kerala, of the politics in his district and the friends from school we were still in touch with. We had dinner at a food court.

We left for Kochi the next day together by train. The family had come out to see me off. I was touched. It was a muslim family and all the myths of uncleanliness, hostility that Others associate with muslims were shattered, at least for this wonderful family - where the ladies smiled and talked beautifully and stayed without any purdah or burkha despite conspicuously conservative attire.

In kochi we took a lodge as the local friend had gone out of station. It was raining. A friend had come down from Trivandrum just to meet me. By night we were sitting over a drink and fondly remembering old times. I didn't realize when I dozed off.

The second day we went about Kochi with the local friend in his car. We went to the Fort Kochi area which is probably where all the tourists come to. Interestingly, we four friends belonged to four different religions. I came to know that there were many more sects within Christianity that the Roman Catholic and Protestant sects that I knew. We went to a Syrian Orthodox Church. There was also a synagogue that we wanted to see but unfortunately it was closed.

Two friends left the same day and I was left in Kochi with the local friend who took me home despite both his parents being down with viral fever.

At his home, it was interesting to meet his dad who had travelled the world and currently worked as the Chief Marine Engineer in an American Shipping company. He shared some invaluable insights from his experiences of some paper mills he had visited in Brazil.

With the local friend I was helping him get over his broken heart from his first love failure. The girl was someone I knew from school. He was visibly heart broken. Nevertheless, he dropped me and picked me up from the city where I spent half a day with an old classmate who stayed in Kochi. The two of them for some reason I didn't understand well were not on talking terms.

Half a day with the old class mate was memorable as she took me by ferry from Mattancherry to Fort Kochi. We share a passion for literature, poems, Cultures and nature. So were never at a dearth of things to talk about. She took me to buy spices, helped me get gifts for two of my sisters. We also visited the synagogue that had been closed the previous day.

The next morning I left for the last leg of my trip to Trivandrum. I was alone. And the guy I was to meet had been our batch's head boy. Interestingly, he was not as much of a friend to anybody as much as he was a leader and someone every one took as an idealist. He had a penchant for being unexpectedly moody and unpredictable. My kochi friend's last words had been "Pray that Sujith is in a good mood tomorrow."

So you can understand the state of my mind as I reached trivandrum. Sujith not only came to receive me at the station, he was there with me all the time. His exams were round the corner and yet he had taken the pain to take the entire day off just for me. He had come to specially meet me when I was in Pune and I had taken the day off for him. He took me by his bike to Kovalam beach and didn't let me sleep on the ground in his one-bed-room and insisted I sleep on the bed and slept on the ground despite my repeated protests. I gave up keeping in mind his mood-tendencies. Nevertheless, this was the most touching part of the whole trip. I'd brought a book for him which he accepted excitedly to my pleasant surprise.

He dropped me at the airport the next day in the morning. I concluded a memorable trip. Even before the trip started I had told myself I am not going to Kerala as a tourist but rather to strengthen old bonds.

Pseudo-Urdu poetry

Ek main hoon jo Dard SE be haal hai Ek tu hai jise fark padta hi nahi. Hum to nikamme the bebas kahin Luta Dia Sab,ab hai wahi Par aapko to ilm tak na hai apne to idhar dekha tak nahi! Tarse ankho ko umeed hui thi Dil aur saanse bhi tez hui thi awaz suni thi kal chaukhat Pe tab Jab tak aaye ,aap the hi nahi! Fiza chali to aapki mahek na thi Barish me aapki chahek na thi Hoti kahaan?aap to pardesi the Aapne to inhe bheja bhi nahi. Intezaar me nisaar to Hona hai hi Karenge khudse koi izhaar nahi Bin jhaake hi dil reh jaega Jhaakne ki Aapne jo koshish bhi na ki! Wafa thi apse aur rahegi bhi Kya sahi galat pata nahi Kabhi fursat mile to yaad kar lena Warna hum bhi Kuch mangte nahi! Khuda se bhi Kuch mangte nahi Khuda hota hain bhi ya nahi Khuda to hum khud hai apne Aur Khuda bhi bebas hota hai kabhi.

You were sitting on the beach, Sound,safe,beyond tide's reach; With wind and sand by your side. Could you fathom the depth of the Tide? You picked the shells, small and white, In bliss, as the sun shone bright; You heard the roar,avoided the sight Of the tide coming,in all it's might. "Don't look the tide,it draws you near!" You'd heard it, and followed with fear. How it tempted, for one good stare, Your heart beat louder,"Beware!Beware!" You held for long, but gave in, And stole a glimpse, the tide nearing; Your heart yelled, your eyes had resigned: They were lost deep in the mighty Tide! The sun,the shells,the Wind and sand, Had all at last, deserted your hand. Drenched all over,one with the tide, You had no fear, tide by your side. You wished it stayed, and even prayed, But to hold back,Tides aren't made. They leave you wet,lonely and trite With a memory, and an invite.

Shrenique Golecha

Jobs, the Objectivist

Umpteen tributes and obituaries would have flooded the news stands by now. With rumours doing the rounds for months now, even books would have been written, waiting for the opportune moment for release, to cash in on Market sentiment at His passing away. The day has come. Steve Jobs is no more. We would all have read a lot on his life and his achievements. So I would skip over all that. Yes this is a tribute too, but in an altogether different light - that of how this Man was a shining example of Ayn Rand's perfect objectivist. Which bring me to objectivism, something that has sunk into me for quite sometime now and I had been waiting for a long time to write something on it. According to Ayn Rand there are two kinds of people in this world - the prime movers and the second handers. The former are in minority but are the ones who take the world forward. The latter are those who are the majority but do not contribute to humanity's progress. The prime movers are those who work for work's sake and find great joy in what they do. As a result they almost certainly achieve something, make some breakthroughs through their creativity, perseverance and originality. Most people on the other hand are second handers- those who work not for work's sake but for livelihood, social pressure or anything else. They feed off other's praise for their work, they like to work in the same way the prime movers before them worked, and do not have an individual thought process or creativity. In other words, they effectively contribute nothing to the world at large. The prime movers are selfish, in a virtuous way. They are passionate about what they do and know what they do. Ayn Rand said that her objectivism stands for reality, which exists independent of our perception. And so, the work of man is his noblest achievement- not how he is, how he feels,etc. Da Vinci, Michael Angelo, Mozart, Adam Smith, Einstein, Newton, even Gandhi were prime movers who all had original ideas and left the world better. You and I who play Beethoven and consider it an achievement, even as the audience cheers, we all are nothing but second handers. Ayn Rand's most famous followers include Alan Greenspan- the chief Economist of the US federal reserve. But I would like to come back to how Steve Jobs, without admitting and perhaps without knowing, is a shining example of Ayn Rand's perfect objectivist. He had difficulties throughout his life. But he persevered and did what he liked and had found early in his career. He lived life at his own terms. He did not give in to business compulsions and accepted norms. While other companies were busy cutting costs during the slowdown, he invested heavily in research at Apple. He had the courage to release the iPad during the downturn. He was never a businessman of Bill Gates' ilk. He brought his own character to the functioning of the company. The result is the iPhone, iPod, and the MacBook and all have provided a hitherto unknown and far superior experience in their respective segments. Revolutionary, cliched though it may be, is the word. I have been critical of Objectivism, because Ayn Rands objectivist "knows what he does." I used to think this attitude borders on arrogance, over confidence which could be disastrous. But here we have Steve Jobs, who was arrogant, who was super confident. But you can't point a finger at him- he got it right not just once, but time and again not just with the iPod, iPhone and mac, but with every single one of his products including the movies he made at Pixar- ratatouille, toy story, wall e etc. Nothing short of phenomenal. I am forced to think that he was Objectivism personified. Wonder if it will be a long time when we have another like him.

If you believe in god, and he turns out to exist then you obviously have made a good decision; however, if he does not exist and you still believe in him, you haven't lost anything; but if you don't believe in him and he does exist, then you are in serious trouble.

Blaise Pascal

To write or not

So here I am taking the invisible pen again in my hand. It's been long and I feel like writing a blog entry today. What should I write about? Should I write about the revolution that is shaking India? But revolutions have become far too commonplace and everyone is writing about them. Should I write a melancholic poem? But I don't even remember the last time I was in the mood to write a poem? Should I write about my everyday life? Nothing interesting there. Run of the mill. Should I talk about my aspirations and what I want to be or how I want things to be or not be? What is the pointing writing about things that either will not come to pass or that better be talked about after they have come to pass. In short I do not know what to write about. I could write about my state of my mind, my experiences and a dozen other things. But that is precisely the problem, now that I understand. It's not that I am at a loss about what to write. I am actually overflowing with ideas and I long for the day when I have only one strong idea to present than the sea of unrelated, unnecessary information that that I can write about even in the middle of the night!

My tryst with diversity

I don't know how accurate I am in concluding that we live in an increasingly intolerant world. The threat of "Islamic" terrorism encumbers us all. Now with the Oslo bombing we even have far right extremists joining the terrorist league. Also, if the latest poll results in so many European countries are anything to go by, there is a substantial rise in the popularity of the extreme right parties. If Jihadi terrorism and islamic extremism is on the rise, so is islamophobia and rightist extremism. I think this is one of the effects of the information age. We know so much about things in different parts of the world, but we don't assess all the information appropriately. We take little time in developing opinions, mindsets- all of which are flawed and biased depending on the source that they come from. Because of the information age, we know too little about too much. Unlike the earlier times, when people were bound to live and adapt to every one around them physically, we now always have options and people to resort to in the virtual world. Closer home, I feel that we haven't become the kind of Indians that our country's liberal founding fathers would have like us to become. Yes, we have taken great strides as a country united, and have passed everyone's expectations in coming this far without breaking apart. But yet, despite more than six decades of independence we are yet to understand and imbibe Indianness. We are all Bengalis , Andhraites,Tamilians, Marathis first or Hindu,Muslim,Sikh,Christian or OBc,sc,st, general etc first. Indianness doesn't even figure in our identity except during cricket matches or while abroad. (Politicians, who have always always favoured certain language, religion, culture based factions are a lot to blame for this) The reason why Indianness doesn't figure in our identity could be attributed to human psychology. When we meet new people, we look for differences rather than similarities. So when someone like me goes to Bengal or Bihar, Tamil Nadu, etc I am first made to realise that I am not a local guy. Being a Rajasthani, even when I am among rajasthanis, I am made to realise that I am a oswal, Maheshwari or Agarwal. When I am among Oswals, I am made to realise that I am a mandir panthi or tera panthi or sthanak. The list goes further on. After this, it's the survival instincts that bind people together. The Oswals stick together among the rajasthanis, the north Indians stick together in south India, the Indians stick together in America. So,I have tried something different. I try to focus on the similarities than the differences. I see how the Tamil women put a black spot on children to ward off evil, just like those in my community. I observe that almost every word is common betweenI am excited to find that Greek and Sanskrit words have so many roots in common. I think i understand how similarly humans think, feel and react despite all their differences. This approach helps me blend seamlessly and without any effort into any surrounding. I, in fact, enjoy meeting new people abd ibteracting with them to learn more about yheir culture. I have learnt a lesson from the mistakes of others - that sonetines people are just different, not just right or wrong. And from my position I find it particularly inconvenient to understand people who talk in parochial terms. But I do derive solace from the fact that I am not alone. In fact I believe a lot of people think like me, although they may be a minority. If information technology has it's role in increasing the intolerance of the world, it also has played a part in bringing the tolerant few together.

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