Sunday, 31 January 2010
Special Orders (True Friendship)
Horror gripped the heart of the World War I soldier as he saw his lifelong friend fall in battle. Caught in a trench with continuous gunfire whizzing over his head, the soldier asked his lieutenant if he might go out into the "No Man's Land" between the trenches to bring his fallen comrade back. "You can go," said the Lieutenant, "but I don't think it will be worth it. Your friend is probably dead and you may throw your own life away." The Lieutenant's words didn't matter, and the soldier went anyway. Miraculously he managed to reach his friend, hoist him onto his shoulder, and bring him back to their company's trench. As the two of them tumbled in together to the bottom of the trench, the officer checked the wounded soldier, and then looked kindly at his friend. "I told you it wouldn't be worth it," he said. "Your friend is dead, and you are mortally wounded." "It was worth it, though, sir," the soldier said. "How do you mean, 'worth it?” responded the Lieutenant, "Your friend is dead!" "Yes sir," the soldier answered. "But it was worth it because when I got to him, he was still alive, and I had the satisfaction of hearing him say, 'FRIEND, I knew you'd come.' "
A wonderful story...
A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said, "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry”. Please come in and have something to eat." "Is the man of the house home?” they asked. "No", she replied. "He's out." "Then we cannot come in", they replied. In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened. "Go tell them I am home and invite them in!" The woman went out and invited the men in" "We do not go into a House together," they replied. "Why is that?" she asked. One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home." The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How nice!!” he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!" His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?" Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!" "Let us heed our daughter-in-law's advice," said the husband to his wife. "Go out and invite Love to be our guest." The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest." Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?" The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him.
Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!!!!"
Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!!!!"
Saturday, 30 January 2010
How Great Love is...
Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all repaired their boats and left. Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to persevere until the last possible moment when the island was almost sinking, Love decided to ask for help. Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you?" Richness answered, "No I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place for you here." Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel, "Vanity, please help me!" "I can't help you Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered. Sadness was close by so Love asked for help, "Sadness let me go with you." "Oh...Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!" Happiness passed by Love too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her! Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come Love, I will take you." It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that he even forgot to ask the elder her name. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Love realizing how much he owed the elder, asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who helped me?" "It was Time", Knowledge answered. "Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?" Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how real Love is."
Song of the day: Kahan ho tum chalay aao ;)
This song was originally sung by Shehnaz Begum and re-sung by Nayyar Noor...Both versions have their own special touch (:
Satirical Articles
People, I present to you these wonderful satirical articles that will surely bring a smile to your face :)
http://mailatimes.com/2010/01/16/poondi-no-longer-considered-a-shugal-activity/
http://mailatimes.com/2010/01/27/pias-new-marketing-plan-to-focus-on-traditional-passengers/
http://mailatimes.com/2009/10/29/local-girl-decides-to-say-no-to-arranged-marriage/
http://mailatimes.com/2010/01/16/poondi-no-longer-considered-a-shugal-activity/
http://mailatimes.com/2010/01/27/pias-new-marketing-plan-to-focus-on-traditional-passengers/
http://mailatimes.com/2009/10/29/local-girl-decides-to-say-no-to-arranged-marriage/
Abraham Lincoln's Letter to his son's headmaster...
A letter written by Abraham Lincoln to the Headmaster of a school in which his son was studying. It contains an advice, which is still relevant today for executives, workers, teachers, parents and students.
A WORD TO TEACHERS:
"He will have to learn, I know, that all men are not just and are not true. But teach him if you can the wonder of books... but also give him quiet time to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky, bees in the sun and flowers on a green hillside. In school, teach him it is far more honourable to fall than to cheat... Teach to have faith in his own ideas, even if everyone tells him he is wrong. Teach him to be gentle with gentlepeople and tough with the tough. Try to give my son the strength not to follow the crowd when everyone getting on the bandwagon... Teach him to listen to all men; but teach him also to filter all he hears on a screen of truth, and take only the good that comes through. Teach him, if you can how to laugh when he is sad... Teach him there is no shame in tears. Teach him to scoff at cynics and to be aware of too much sweetness. Teach him to sell his brawn and brain to highest bidders, but never to put a price on his heart and soul. Teach him to close his ears to a howling mob... and stand and fight if thinks he is right. Treat him gently, but do not cuddle him, because only the test of fire makes fine steel. Let him have the courage to be impatient. Let him have the patience to be brave. Teach him always to have sublime faith in himself, because then he will have faith in humankind. This is a big order, but see what you can do. He is such a fine little fellow my son! - Abraham Lincoln"
A WORD TO TEACHERS:
"He will have to learn, I know, that all men are not just and are not true. But teach him if you can the wonder of books... but also give him quiet time to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky, bees in the sun and flowers on a green hillside. In school, teach him it is far more honourable to fall than to cheat... Teach to have faith in his own ideas, even if everyone tells him he is wrong. Teach him to be gentle with gentlepeople and tough with the tough. Try to give my son the strength not to follow the crowd when everyone getting on the bandwagon... Teach him to listen to all men; but teach him also to filter all he hears on a screen of truth, and take only the good that comes through. Teach him, if you can how to laugh when he is sad... Teach him there is no shame in tears. Teach him to scoff at cynics and to be aware of too much sweetness. Teach him to sell his brawn and brain to highest bidders, but never to put a price on his heart and soul. Teach him to close his ears to a howling mob... and stand and fight if thinks he is right. Treat him gently, but do not cuddle him, because only the test of fire makes fine steel. Let him have the courage to be impatient. Let him have the patience to be brave. Teach him always to have sublime faith in himself, because then he will have faith in humankind. This is a big order, but see what you can do. He is such a fine little fellow my son! - Abraham Lincoln"
Friday, 29 January 2010
Thursday, 28 January 2010
Song of the day: Daulat Shohrat kia karniii by Kailash Kher
Following in line with Sayaan (na main chahoon heera motay, main tau chahoon sangam tera), Kailash kher has sung another song snubbing material wealth :)...Enjoy!!!
Human instincts-the documentary on BBC
I've absolutely loved this documentary on BBC...The whole eps were available on bbc UK's website but apparently they cant be viewed by ppl outside the UK...So I'm just sharing a few clips from the eps available on youtube...They're very informative and interesting, especially the ep about human survival instincts and sexual attraction..
This is just a taster basically. You can download it from this torrents site but the seeding aint that much:
http://thepiratebay.org/search/bbc%20human%20instinct/0/99/0
If you're in the UK, you can just stream it and view it here:
http://player.uk.msn.com/documentary/human-instinct/
Lolz...I'll probably just have to rely on my sence of smell...Its a good way to put off mom...Mama, pehlay larki kai koi kapray bhaijain, mainay sniff karnay hain...agar pasand aai tau sahi hai warna the babies would be genetically inferior...lol...I know what my mom's response to that would be: "Dafa ho..Durr fotay moo..." ;)
This is just a taster basically. You can download it from this torrents site but the seeding aint that much:
http://thepiratebay.org/search/bbc%20human%20instinct/0/99/0
If you're in the UK, you can just stream it and view it here:
http://player.uk.msn.com/documentary/human-instinct/
Lolz...I'll probably just have to rely on my sence of smell...Its a good way to put off mom...Mama, pehlay larki kai koi kapray bhaijain, mainay sniff karnay hain...agar pasand aai tau sahi hai warna the babies would be genetically inferior...lol...I know what my mom's response to that would be: "Dafa ho..Durr fotay moo..." ;)
Wednesday, 27 January 2010
Poem on the back of a Rickshaw...
SOOCH RAHA HAI PAKISTAN" Na koi dhanda na koi kaam, Rishwat aam traffic jam, America ke ham baney ghulaam, Sari dunya may badnaam, Ho ga kiya mera injaam, Yeah soch raha hai PAKISTAN...
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
Poetry...
I do not know who the writer of this poem is but its a nice one...
Alfaz k jhoote bandhan mae
Aghraz k gehre pardon mae
Her shakhs mohabbat krta hae
Halan k mohabbat kuch b nahi
sab jhoote rishte naate haen
sab dil rkhne ki baataen haen
kab kaun kisi ka hota hae
sab asli roop chhupate haen
ehsas se khali log yhan
lafzon k teer chalate haen
ik bar nazar mae aa kr woh
phir sari umr rulate haen...
Alfaz k jhoote bandhan mae
Aghraz k gehre pardon mae
Her shakhs mohabbat krta hae
Halan k mohabbat kuch b nahi
sab jhoote rishte naate haen
sab dil rkhne ki baataen haen
kab kaun kisi ka hota hae
sab asli roop chhupate haen
ehsas se khali log yhan
lafzon k teer chalate haen
ik bar nazar mae aa kr woh
phir sari umr rulate haen...
Saturday, 23 January 2010
Story of the Diamond and the Coal...Works of Allama Iqbal
STORY OF THE DIAMOND AND THE COAL
NOW I will open one more gate of truth,
I will tell thee another tale.
The coal in the mine said the diamond.
O thou entrusted with splendours eve lasting.
We are comrades, and our being is one;
The source of our existence is the same,
Yet while I die here in the anguish of worthlessness,
Thou art set on the crowns of emperors.
My stuff is so vile that I am valued less than earth,
Whereas the mirror's heart is rent by thy beauty,
My darkness illumines the chafing dish,
Then my substance is incinerated at last
Every one puts the sole of his foot on my head
And covers my stock of existence with ashes.
My fate must needs be deplored:
Dost thou know what is the gist of my being
It is a condensed wavelet of smoke,
Endowed with a single spark.
Both in, feature and nature thou art star-like,
Splendours rise from every side of thee.
Now thou become'st the light of a monarch's eye,
Now thou adornest the haft of a dagger."
"O sagacious friend!" said the diamond,
"Dark earth, when hardened, becomes in dignity as a bezel.
Having been at strife with its environment,
It is ripened by the struggle and grows hard like a stone.
'Tis this ripeness that has endowed my form with light.
And filled my bossom with radiance.
Because thy being is immature, thou hast become abased;
Because thy body is soft, thou art burnt.
Be void of fear, grief, and anxiety;
Be hard as a stone, be a diamond!
Whosoever strives hard and grips tight,
The two worlds are illumined by him.
A little earth is the origin of the Black Stone
Which puts forth its head in the Ka’aba:
Its rank is higher than Sinai,
It is kissed by the swarthy and the fair.
In solidity consists the glory of Life:
Weakness is worthlessness and immaturity."
NOW I will open one more gate of truth,
I will tell thee another tale.
The coal in the mine said the diamond.
O thou entrusted with splendours eve lasting.
We are comrades, and our being is one;
The source of our existence is the same,
Yet while I die here in the anguish of worthlessness,
Thou art set on the crowns of emperors.
My stuff is so vile that I am valued less than earth,
Whereas the mirror's heart is rent by thy beauty,
My darkness illumines the chafing dish,
Then my substance is incinerated at last
Every one puts the sole of his foot on my head
And covers my stock of existence with ashes.
My fate must needs be deplored:
Dost thou know what is the gist of my being
It is a condensed wavelet of smoke,
Endowed with a single spark.
Both in, feature and nature thou art star-like,
Splendours rise from every side of thee.
Now thou become'st the light of a monarch's eye,
Now thou adornest the haft of a dagger."
"O sagacious friend!" said the diamond,
"Dark earth, when hardened, becomes in dignity as a bezel.
Having been at strife with its environment,
It is ripened by the struggle and grows hard like a stone.
'Tis this ripeness that has endowed my form with light.
And filled my bossom with radiance.
Because thy being is immature, thou hast become abased;
Because thy body is soft, thou art burnt.
Be void of fear, grief, and anxiety;
Be hard as a stone, be a diamond!
Whosoever strives hard and grips tight,
The two worlds are illumined by him.
A little earth is the origin of the Black Stone
Which puts forth its head in the Ka’aba:
Its rank is higher than Sinai,
It is kissed by the swarthy and the fair.
In solidity consists the glory of Life:
Weakness is worthlessness and immaturity."
Aik Arzoo (A Longing): Poem by Allama Iqbal
Duniya ki mehfilon se uktaa gaya hoon ya Rabb
Kya lutf anjuman ka, jab dil hi bujh gaya ho?
O Lord ! I have become weary of human assemblages!
When the heart is sad no pleasure in assemblages can be
Shorish say bhaagta hoon, dil dhoondta hai mera
Aisa sakoot jis par taqdeer bhi fidaa ho
I seek escape from tumult, my heart desires
The silence which speech may ardently love!
Marta hoon khaamushi par, yeh aarzoo hai meri
Daaman mein koh ke ik, chotaa saa jhonprra ho
I vehemently desire silence, I strongly long that
A small hut in the mountain's side may there be
Azaad fikr se hoon, uzlat mein din guzaaroon
Dunya ke gham ka dil se kaanta nikal gya ho
Freed from worry I may live in retirement
Freed from the cares of the world I may be
Lazzat sarod ki ho chirriyon ke chehchehon mein
Chashme ki shorishon mein baaja saa baj raha ho
Birds chirping may give the pleasure of the lyre
In the spring's noise may the orchestra's melody be
Gul ki kali chitak kar paighaam day kissi ka
Saaghar zara saa goya, mujhko jahaan-numa ho
The flower bud bursting may give God's message to me
Showing the whole world 1 to me this small wine-cup may be
Ho haath ka sarhana, sabze ka ho bichhona!
Sharmaaye jis se jalwat, khalwat mein woh ada ho
My arm may be my pillow, and the green grass my bed be
Putting the congregation to shame my solitude's quality be
Maanoos is qadr ho soorat se meri bulbul
Nannhay se dil mein us kay khatka na kuchh mira ho
The nightingale be so familiar with my face that
Her little heart harboring no fear from me may be
Saf baandhay donoN jaanib bootay haray haray hon
Naddi ka saaf paani tasveer lay raha ho
Avenues of green trees standing on both sides be
The spring's clear water providing a beautiful picture be
Ho dilfareb aisa kohsaar ka nazaara
Paani bhi mawj ban kar uth uth kay dekhta ho
The view of the mountain range may be so beautiful
To see it the waves of water again and again rising be
Maghosh mein zameen ki soya huwa ho sabza
Phir phir kay jharriyon mein paani chamak raha ho
The verdure may be asleep in the lap of the earth
Water running through the bushes may glistening be
Paani ko choo rehi ho jhuk jhuk ke gul ki tehni
Jaisay haseen koi aa'ina dekhta ho
Again and again the flowered boughs touching the water be
As if some beauty looking at itself in mirror be
Mehndi lagaaye sooraj jab shaam ki dulhan ko
Surkhi liye sunehri har phool ki qabaa ho
When the sun apply myrtle to the evening's bride
The tunic of every flower may pinkish golden be
Raaton ko jalne waalay reh jaain thak kay jis dum
Umeed unki mera toota huwa diya ho
When night's travellers falter behind with fatigue
Their only hope my broken earthenware lamp may be
Bijlee chamak kay unko katiya miri dikhaa de
Jab aasmaan pe har soo baadal ghira huwa ho
May the lightning lead them to my hut
When clouds hovering over the whole sky be.
Pichle pehr ki koy'al, woh subah ki muazzin
Main uska hum-navaa hoon, woh meri hum-nava ho
The early dawn's cuckoo, that morning's mu’adhdhin2
May my confidante he be, and may his confidante I be
Kaanon pe ho na mere dair o haram ka ihsaan!
Rozan hi jhonprree ka, mujhko sehr-numa ho
May I not be obligated to the temple or to the mosque
May the hut’s hole alone herald of morning’s arrival be
Phoolon ko aaye jis dam shabnam wuzu karne
Rona mera wuzu ho, naala meri dua ho!
When the dew may come to perform the flowers’ ablution
May wailing my supplication, weeping my ablution be
Is kham'shi mein jaain itne buland naalay
Taaron kay qaafilay ko meri sadaa dara ho
In this silence may my heart’s wailing rise so high
That for stars’ caravan the clarion’s call my wailing be
Har dardmand dil ko rona mera rulaa day
Bayhosh jo paRay hain shaayad inhein jagaa day!
May every compassionate heart weeping with me be
Perhaps it may awaken those who may unconscious be
-Translation courtesy: http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/30277-Muhammed-Iqbal-A-longing
Kya lutf anjuman ka, jab dil hi bujh gaya ho?
O Lord ! I have become weary of human assemblages!
When the heart is sad no pleasure in assemblages can be
Shorish say bhaagta hoon, dil dhoondta hai mera
Aisa sakoot jis par taqdeer bhi fidaa ho
I seek escape from tumult, my heart desires
The silence which speech may ardently love!
Marta hoon khaamushi par, yeh aarzoo hai meri
Daaman mein koh ke ik, chotaa saa jhonprra ho
I vehemently desire silence, I strongly long that
A small hut in the mountain's side may there be
Azaad fikr se hoon, uzlat mein din guzaaroon
Dunya ke gham ka dil se kaanta nikal gya ho
Freed from worry I may live in retirement
Freed from the cares of the world I may be
Lazzat sarod ki ho chirriyon ke chehchehon mein
Chashme ki shorishon mein baaja saa baj raha ho
Birds chirping may give the pleasure of the lyre
In the spring's noise may the orchestra's melody be
Gul ki kali chitak kar paighaam day kissi ka
Saaghar zara saa goya, mujhko jahaan-numa ho
The flower bud bursting may give God's message to me
Showing the whole world 1 to me this small wine-cup may be
Ho haath ka sarhana, sabze ka ho bichhona!
Sharmaaye jis se jalwat, khalwat mein woh ada ho
My arm may be my pillow, and the green grass my bed be
Putting the congregation to shame my solitude's quality be
Maanoos is qadr ho soorat se meri bulbul
Nannhay se dil mein us kay khatka na kuchh mira ho
The nightingale be so familiar with my face that
Her little heart harboring no fear from me may be
Saf baandhay donoN jaanib bootay haray haray hon
Naddi ka saaf paani tasveer lay raha ho
Avenues of green trees standing on both sides be
The spring's clear water providing a beautiful picture be
Ho dilfareb aisa kohsaar ka nazaara
Paani bhi mawj ban kar uth uth kay dekhta ho
The view of the mountain range may be so beautiful
To see it the waves of water again and again rising be
Maghosh mein zameen ki soya huwa ho sabza
Phir phir kay jharriyon mein paani chamak raha ho
The verdure may be asleep in the lap of the earth
Water running through the bushes may glistening be
Paani ko choo rehi ho jhuk jhuk ke gul ki tehni
Jaisay haseen koi aa'ina dekhta ho
Again and again the flowered boughs touching the water be
As if some beauty looking at itself in mirror be
Mehndi lagaaye sooraj jab shaam ki dulhan ko
Surkhi liye sunehri har phool ki qabaa ho
When the sun apply myrtle to the evening's bride
The tunic of every flower may pinkish golden be
Raaton ko jalne waalay reh jaain thak kay jis dum
Umeed unki mera toota huwa diya ho
When night's travellers falter behind with fatigue
Their only hope my broken earthenware lamp may be
Bijlee chamak kay unko katiya miri dikhaa de
Jab aasmaan pe har soo baadal ghira huwa ho
May the lightning lead them to my hut
When clouds hovering over the whole sky be.
Pichle pehr ki koy'al, woh subah ki muazzin
Main uska hum-navaa hoon, woh meri hum-nava ho
The early dawn's cuckoo, that morning's mu’adhdhin2
May my confidante he be, and may his confidante I be
Kaanon pe ho na mere dair o haram ka ihsaan!
Rozan hi jhonprree ka, mujhko sehr-numa ho
May I not be obligated to the temple or to the mosque
May the hut’s hole alone herald of morning’s arrival be
Phoolon ko aaye jis dam shabnam wuzu karne
Rona mera wuzu ho, naala meri dua ho!
When the dew may come to perform the flowers’ ablution
May wailing my supplication, weeping my ablution be
Is kham'shi mein jaain itne buland naalay
Taaron kay qaafilay ko meri sadaa dara ho
In this silence may my heart’s wailing rise so high
That for stars’ caravan the clarion’s call my wailing be
Har dardmand dil ko rona mera rulaa day
Bayhosh jo paRay hain shaayad inhein jagaa day!
May every compassionate heart weeping with me be
Perhaps it may awaken those who may unconscious be
-Translation courtesy: http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/30277-Muhammed-Iqbal-A-longing
Friday, 22 January 2010
Junooooooooon....
That one song just made me nostalgic for some more junoon songs...I wasn't that hardcore fan of Junoon like the others in my age group but I loved a few select of their songs...They always open up a pandora box full of memories and good times...So I'm sharing the few I could remember (I couldn't find mitti main mil jain gai S:)
 | Junoon - Jugal Bandi .mp3 |  |
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| www.songs.pk - Bheegi Yaadien .mp3 | |
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| Junoon - Pyar Bina .mp3 | |
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| Junoon - Chalay Thay Saath .mp3 | |
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| Junoon - Neend Aati Naheen .mp3 | |
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| Junoon - Rooh Ki Pyas .mp3 | |
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| Junoon - Kiyoon Pareshan Hai Tu .mp3 | |
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| Junoon - Muk Gaye Nay .mp3 | |
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| Junoon - Kaisay Gaaon Main .mp3 | |
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| Junoon - Jeeain .mp3 | |
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| Junoon - Dosti .mp3 | |
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| Junoon - Ronde Maina .mp3 | |
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| Junoon - Ab to Jaag .mp3 | |
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| Junoon - Ishq .mp3 | |
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| Junoon [ePakimusic.net] - Gharaj Baras .mp3 | |
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| Junoon [ePakimusic.net] - Taara Jala .mp3 | |
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