Journal Update: November Runs

November has been a good month for me - running wise. Not only have I completed two half marathons - Delhi (1st Nov) and Hyderabad (22nd Nov) - but I have also been able to improve my time by 18 mins over my first half marathon (30th August, Hyderabad) time. Importantly, I have been able to remain injury free. The knee pain which was becoming almost a regular presence during the first two months of training is gone now. I always knew that the pain would last only until my quads get stronger and start taking more responsibility of my relatively broad and heavy upper body. A bit of cycling in the gym also helped in cross training and easing the work load on my knees. Apparently my quads are stronger now and behaving like good responsible grown ups! Though I am sure they still have some way to go when it comes to running up the inclines. Hopefully, all in due time.

Now, about the two runs.

Airtel Delhi Half Marathon

After my first taste of endorphins during the August Half Marathon in Hyderabad, I realized that the endorphin was not a bad thing to get high on. So I registered for ADHM and Ghaziabad being my hometown I also decided to use the occasion to make a trip back home. Only, now because of the run I was going home a week after Diwali - which, as you can imagine, was a bit hard to explain to family and friends. But I managed.

The venue of the run was about 30K from my home so on the day of the run I had to wake up at 4 in the morning and then my brother drove me to the venue - Nehru Park. There were long queues with hundreds of runners waiting to enter the holding area in the park. It took about 15 mins to reach the holding area from where one had to go to the other gate of the park and then to the starting line. By the time I reached the starting line, the big clock there read 8 mins - but that didn't matter because the run was chip timed and I was not competing for a top slot.

Waiting to get into the holding area.

What surprised me at the very beginning was the sheer number of runners on the road. It took about 15 mins into the run for the runners to be distributed to a reasonable density. After that it was easier to get into the rhythm. The cool November morning, an even route and historical delhi buildings like Indian gate and Rashtrapati Bhawan as a backdrop made for a perfect race settings.

Personally, I felt quite good - the rhythm was good and I was feeling strong. In fact, I remember that somewhere around 12K mark I felt so good that I thought - "Good thing, still 9K left". But as someone said - "If you start to feel good during a marathon, don't worry you will get over it." I did get over this feel good thingie. I remember my feet grew a lot bulkier and gravity a lot more intense during the last 2 Ks.

Joy of Running @ 20K: Ignore the face. ;-)

But all the weariness just flew away when I looked at clock on the finishing line - it read 1:59:xx which meant my net time was comfortably under 2 Hrs. After that my brother helped me stretch a bit and gave me a really good on the spot massage.

01:50:55 :-)

I then collected my certificate and the medal along with some much needed refreshments. Considering the number of participants, I think the race was well organized. Most of the times one step just smoothly flowed into the next - which is always a good thing.

Hyderabad 10K Half Marathon, 22 November

In terms of performance and feel-good factor, this was undoubtedly the best of my three Half-Marathons. I improved my timing by about 5 mins in three weeks and more importantly I still felt strong after the run. In fact, going by my experience in Delhi Half-Marathon I was surprised to see the finish line so early - just before I saw it I was thinking that the finish was still at least 1K away.

01:46:14 - My best so far !

The conditions here too were good for running - nice comfortable temperature and decently even roads. Though, I think a little more thought could have gone into the organization part of the run. For instance since the run started when it was still dark the organizers should have made sure that the street lights were on for the initial stretch around Husain Sagar. Also the traffic at some locations could have been better controlled. At one point an half-awoke APSRTC bus driver almost got competitive with me while crossing the road at the same time. Had not my natural modesty and good sense made me back out from this encounter the things could have got interesting. But I am willing to ignore these minor slips and specially so considering that some of the traffic cops were genuinely clapping and encouraging the runners.

Here I must also relate a rather peculiar incident that happened along the run. In my overenthusiastic effort to remain hydrated before the run I drank lots of water in the morning. But, as is my wont I reached the venue in a rush and just on time and forgot to relieve myself. As anyone who has drank more water than he can handle can imagine the things got a bit uncomfortable after a while. Luckily, I saw a Sulabh Sauchalya (the paid urinals on the roadside) soon enough and darted right into it. Since I wasn't carrying any money on me I tried to explain to the guy that I was running and didn't have any money right now and will pay him later. He apparently wasn't convinced (and I am not sure he even understood what I said) but not wanting to waste any time I just ran away from there - literally. I heard him say something under his breadth which luckily I did not understand. After that it was quite a different run. :-)

And the other good part of the run was that I got to see the Charminar for the first time - even though I have been in Hyderabad for about 3 years now. But again, to be true I am not much into the historical sight seeing scene right now. I still remember my first reaction on seeing Taj Mahal a few years back was "Man! It looks the same as it does on TV." Shahjahan would not have been impressed. But I digress, back to the run.

The other good part of the run was catching up with Hyderabad Runners group - a contagiously enthusiastic lot with some really good runners. A good thing for me because I can use all the enthusiasm and experience I can get to train for my next big run - which I hope will be a full marathon.

Four Friends In A Car (To Say Nothing of the One at Home)

The Planning

If I must start from the beginning, which I propose to do, then I must tell you how and when the trip was planned. Well, it was planned on a late Friday night (or early Saturday morning, as the purists would like to put it, for the time was 5:30 in the AM) when a certain talkative Aishwarya suggested to a certain enthusiastic Neha about a trip to Sri Sailam on the following Sunday, to which the drunken I readily assented. Now, if you have ever decided to do something while being drunk or have witnessed someone decide to do something while he is being drunk (or have read this paper), then you would know that being rational and judgmental are usually not the characteristics associated with such decisions.

But, I am a man of my words - even if they come from my drunken lips. So, when the enthusiastic Neha later enquired about the trip I said that it was still on, provided we wake up early enough (read before 11 AM) on Sunday and then start on the trip right away. Aishwarya, on the other hand, apparently didn't believe in such gentlemanly niceties as keeping-the-promise (even though he was dead sober the previous night) and upon being entreated to join us on the trip blurted out a platitude of an excuse : "I have some work to do". I have never understood that excuse. I mean, shouldn't it be the other way round - you go on a 250 Km trip through a dense jungle with jolly friends and have a good time and then make up an excuse for not getting the work done. It makes more sense that way. Anyway, there are infinite number of things in the world that I do not yet understand and such misplaced priorities of otherwise sensible people are some such things.

On Sunday morning, the day of the trip, I somehow woke up a bit late - 11:30 AM to be exact. Now, there's nothing wrong with a well-into-the-day-sleep on a laid back Sunday morning, but when you have plans to execute and distance to cover then time, as they say, is of import - which in everyday English means that you should act quickly. And act quickly I did. Right from the moment I woke up, I started to mobilize the support of Abhishek and Amrita (my other two room mates and friends) for the road trip and their assent once secured, we, in a flash of inspiration, reduced the time for the trip to half just by the simple act of changing the destination to Chilkur Balaji which we all believed was only about 100 Kms from home - just about the right distance to have a long enough drive and yet return home before nightfall. So, not only did we make up for the lost time but we also gained some extra time. Smartness has its own advantages.

The Beginning

Once the plan was thusly frozen, the three of us (Me, Abhishek and Amrita) proceeded to get ready for the trip. (Enthusiastic Neha was already waiting for us). For me getting ready is quite a simple and trivial four step process - get into shower, apply soap, rinse and put on a clean pair of jeans and shirt. A 10 minute affair, at most. Abhishek and Amrita, on the other hand, belong to a different school of dressers altogether - there is a certain elaboration about their whole dressing thing. They, for instance have to iron at least two dressing articles and try at least four combinations and get approval for these articles from at least 2 different people. (I am included in the poll, only if no other options are available). Now, I would be lying if I say that such drawn out affair doesn't bother me - it does, and particularly so when we are leaving for some place in the evening and, well, the time is of import - but it being a Sunday and we having enough time for the shortened trip, I took it in good humor. By and by, all of us got ready and we left home. Once Neha joined us, we were an excited lot of four people in a black car - two in front and two at back. It's hard to imagine a more perfect beginning.

Now, if you know Neha then you probably also know that all that is required to get her laughing is a coherent sentence. So, I wasn't surprised a bit when she started laughing right away at the first opportune moment - which, if I remember correctly, was some mundane remark by Abhishek. The other thing about her laughter is that it is highly contagious - not unlike the famous Gabbar Singh laughter in so much that it makes everyone around feel obligated to join in. So once she got going - and rest of us along with her - the distance to the temple (which we overestimated by some 60 Km) seemed even smaller and we were at the temple in almost no time.

Here, a bit of background about Chilkur Balaji Temple is in order. The temple is also know as Visa Balaji Temple for the legend that anyone who prays hard enough here can get a foreign visa of choice. The finances for the foreign trip though are generally not covered in the plan. For it, I guess, you just have to work hard. (There may be a separate branch of temple that deals with finances but I am unaware of it.) We paid our respects to the deity by performing the regular rituals. I am not sure what visa everyone else prayed for, but if I were a believer in the organized religion then I would have prayed for a visa of some European or Latin American country, but being what I am, I didn't offer such prayers. The visas now have to be secured through other ways.

The Second Plan

Due to the little misunderstanding - we thought the temple was 100 Kms away, but it actually was only 30 Kms - we completed our road trip a lot sooner than we wanted to. And Hyderabad being located where it is, there are not many places nearby that are worth visiting. Now, in such a situation the majority of people would have simply said "So be it. Perhaps, next time we will plan something better." and would have gone home to their dull and boring lives. But not us. We are a determined lot and once we decide to have fun then fun we must have, no matter how inconvenient it gets.

So, with this in mind we all decided to leave for Nagarjuna Sagar dam, which according to an optimistic estimate was reachable before dusk. I called up Aishwarya to get the directions for the dam and the people who know him will vouch for it that asking instructions from him is like simultaneously listening to two news channels - you have to be extra alert to get the whole (and the right) story. The trick, as I have figured out, is to look for keywords. So, equipped with this knowledge I was soon able to identify "Airport", "Srisailam Road", "Left Turn", "Nagarjuna Sagar Road" and "150 Km" as the words of interest. Thereafter, it was a trivial affair to put the metaphorical two and two together and get the complete route from these keywords. But, as we were to later find out, following the route was definitely non-trivial.

The Long Drive

Having figured out the general route, we set out on the road with enthusiasm and cheerfulness of 10 year olds going to the grandma's during summer vacations. We followed road signs wherever they were present and guessed the route wherever required. By and by, we reached Srisailam Road. Just to be sure, we checked the route with three people and got three different answers in possibly three different languages - none of which was Hindi or English. The fourth person we asked however knew some Hindi and told us that this was the longer route and we should take the other shorter route. We straightaway called Aishwarya and let him know the availability of these new facts and asked for his more researched opinion. (He had access to net and maps at home). He assured us that our current track was the right one and we can ignore the other guy's suggestion. We took Aishwarya's words over the one's whose name we did not know. A very human characteristic - to believe someone whose name you know over someone whose you don't.The doubts about the route thus satisfactorily resolved, we relaxed and continued onwards.

The roadside soon turned to a pleasant shade of green which was pleasant to look at. A slight drizzle added to the overall beauty outside and we opened our windows despite the feeble protests from Abhishek about his hair being ruffled in the wind. He put some music (mostly of dhinchak variety) on and in between appreciating the scenery we cracked jokes about this thing and that and laughed ourselves out of our seats. In short, we had a jolly good time.

But, the law of averages is never too far behind- it always catches up. And especially so when you are having a jolly good time. So, just when things were going so smoothly we realized that the road had narrowed considerably and that milestones were now counting down to some obscure place. We promptly consulted a passing farmer about our whereabouts and through hand gestures he indicated that we had left the Sri Sailam road quite some distance back. We turned around and reached the right road 25 Kms back. By this time it was getting late and dark so we decided that instead of searching for Nagarjuna Sagar road we will directly go to Sri Sailam and spend the night there. The rest of 100 Kms were covered through dense, dark and hilly Nallamalai forest. Much to his credit, Abhishek drove us safely to Sri Sailam.

The Long Night

We reached Sri Sailam at around 9:00 pm. and after 300 Kms and more than 6 hrs in the car, all we longed for was a good A.C. room with a neatly made bed and an attached shower. Not too ambitious, you would agree. So, we again called up our old friend in need, Aishwarya Mishra, and he amidst the usual drivel managed to gives us name of two-three hotels which we promptly noted down. In addition, Neha and Abhishek - always so ahead in planning - gave me a list of articles that they thought must be bought for a convenient night's stay. The list consisted of toothbrushes and toothpaste, some soap and towels. Little did they know that we had bigger problems to confront than these minor inconveniences.

The task to inquire for vacancy in the hotels was assigned to me which, as is my wont, I immediately set forth to finish. First, I went to the APSRTC run Punnami hotel which from outside looked decent. But the lady on the reception desk said "No" even before I asked anything and she said it with such finality in her tone that nothing was left for discussion. Thus disappointed, I went to other hotels and inns on the list and met with the same response. Finally, I returned back to the car to report on my errand and then all of us went together in search of the room. While previously we wished for a room in an at-least-3-star hotel, we now inquired for rooms in ashrams and choultries as well. Of course, a room was no where to be found. One thing that I noticed about the people sitting on reception desks of all these places was their invariable lack of hospitality and politeness. I understand that places were full and occupied, but saying "No" with a smile would have taken almost same amount of time and effort. So, I filed this observation in my "World Not Understood" folder and moved on.

Unable to find a single room in whole of Sri Sailam, we finally decided to spend the night in the car. Even though we had never slept for a night in a car, we knew that it was not an easy thing to do. So we decided that the best strategy will be to go for a night-out. For night-out, we of course had to keep ourselves occupied and for that we decided to play cards. Only that we didn't have playing cards with us.

If you haven't done it then I must tell you that buying a deck of cards in Sri Sailam is like making one of those shady drug deals that they show in movies. The moment you mention playing-cards to the shopkeeper, he starts to talk in low voice and urges you to do the same. While pretending to do normal chores of his shop, he brings and hands you a deck of cards with his palm facing down in such a way that the deck is invisible. He then asks you to immediately keep it in your pocket and never mention the deal to anyone. Even the handwritten bill he gives you doesn't mention the name of this item against its price. We later found out that the selling cards is banned in Sri Sailam, but why it is so we could not find out.

We then whiled away our time by playing cards till 3:00 A.M. after which everyone started to doze off. Now, sleeping in a car with three other persons is like being a strand of noodle in a spaghetti. You regularly mistake some one else's leg for your own arm and start scratching it while half asleep. The owner of the scratched limb then indignantly scolds you for tickling them at such an ungodly hour to which all you can manage to do is issue a meek apology.

Much in this manner, we eventually got through the night and the day finally broke.

The Return

The new day brought a fresh set of problems with it. To begin with we needed to find some place where we could brush our teeth, wash our face (a shower, of course, was a luxury we could not afford) and, as the euphemism goes, freshen up. We were thinking of our options when Abhishek came up with a brilliant idea. He suggested that we go to some restaurant for a cup of tea and while we wait for our tea we can also use the washrooms in the restaurant. He had almost killed the proverbial birds with a single stone.

But, as you might know, any plan that works perfectly in theory also has very peculiar knack of going its own unexpected ways when it's put into practice. So, when we went into the only decent looking restaurant around, we found out that it did not have any attached washrooms. We then quickly altered our plan to match the ground conditions and while our tea arrived, we went in search of a washroom in the common area of the hotel. We eventually found one. But, of course, like most of the public washrooms at such places, it was so dirty and unhygienic that it looked like a sadistic joke. We somehow managed to make ourselves believe that we were 'freshened up' after using it.

A joke of a ropeway ride aside, we hurriedly started on our way back home. The atmosphere in the car on the return trip was markedly different. We were all jolly and enthusiastic while driving to Sri Sailam but now the drowsiness in the car was almost palpable. Everyone was dozing off on regular basis except for Abhishek - who was on steering wheel the whole time and only dozed off thrice. It was probably because of this somnolence that, on our way back, we missed the waterfall to which everyone was so looking forward to. We had already overshot the waterfall by more than 25 Kms, when we asked a local about it. This person, it turned out, had a particularly sadistic sense of humor and he sent us to a village, some 16 Kms away, telling us that we would find a great waterfall there too. He also added that we can even bathe there. On reaching the spot, we found a thin streak of water along a rock surface.

After this final disappointment we assumed a more fatalistic view and figured that it was not one of our day. We (actually only Abhishek) then singlemindedly drove back. We finally reached Hyderabad at around 4 p.m. and were so exhausted that even Neha could only manage a fleeting smile at some genuinely funny jokes.

Later we told the story of this trip to friends and realized that the trip in retrospect became more enjoyable than the actual one. I guess, it's true in general - adversities, once successfully overcome, become good stories.

First Long Distance Run

“There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive.” - Jack London

Perhaps these lines best describe how I was feeling on crossing the finish line of my first half-marathon. I certainly wasn't conscious of much except for a vaguely ecstatic feeling of respect for myself and the fellow runners.

The run (competently organized by Hyderabad 10K Run Foundation) started from KBR Park at 5:30 AM towards Gachibowli stadium covering a total distance of about 21 Km. for half marathon. It was still dark when the race started and this combined with an almost palpable sense of excitement and enthusiasm all round made the whole scene a bit surrealistic. But a few minutes into the run, the day started to break and everyone got down to business.

During the run, the first thing I noticed was the camaraderie amongst the runners and for someone like me, who has been mostly training alone, this was a very pleasant discovery. There was this sense of common purpose amongst the participants that made everyone cheer each other along. I remember that whenever I felt low and started to think of walking, I would hear a "Come on!" from someone and that would keep me going.

The other good thing I observed about the long distance running (and endurance sports in general) is that it continuously affords you an opportunity to re-iterate your value-system to yourself. For instance, during the last 400 m. or so of the race, there was this final turn which could also be covered through a shorter diagonal path. The difference between the two paths wasn't more than 20 m. but having run almost 21 Km. the temptation to take the shorter path was very strong and specially so when you have seen some other runners taking that path and you knew that your own reputation was protected by anonymity. It is one thing to talk and write about values like 'integrity' and quite another to actually show them in the face of temptations. As a person who believes that the first and foremost virtue that one must possess is integrity of character, I am glad that I did not disappoint myself.

Overall, it was a very enjoyable and highly satisfying experience. So much so that I have already registered for my second half-marathon in Delhi.

Coincidences

Every now and then a certain sequence of events occurs that makes you wonder if there might be a reason behind their occurrence. A similar thing happened to me recently.

Yesterday, while coming back from Papi Hills, on the boat, I noticed a girl reading 1984 by George Orwell. We got talking about the book and how it makes one depressed. By and by, we started talking about dystopia in general and I recommended her a book named The Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. I told her that even though both the books talk about a dystopian society The Brave New World is not as depressing as 1984 and seems more relevant today. Fast forward 8 hours and the first thing I clicked in the morning was this comic strip which, quite surprisingly, talked about almost the same theme that I had in mind.

Now, I could say that my first reaction to all this was to explain it as a simple coincidence brought about by mere chance, but that would be lying. The 1.5 kg of pulp between our ears is not wired that way. It always tries to make sense of whatever pattern it can get hold of, even if no sense exists thereof. So my conscious mind had to step in and do some explaining to my intuitive mind about why its perfectly reasonable to attribute these things to chance.

If you think about it, our brain (the subconscious part at least) is quite crude in its functioning; it only has a few circuits, evolved over the time and found beneficial for survival, that it tend to apply to almost every situation. This recognizing-a-pattern-and-seeking-its-meaning is also one of these circuits. And it's easy to see the benefits of this circuit; it acts as a bridge that connects human experience to knowledge. Without it we would be no different than most of the other animals.

But this circuit in itself is only helpful to the extent that it points us toward a number of possible patterns and meanings. We still need to figure out a filter mechanism which rejects the false alarms - be they about some mundane coincidence or about finding the meaning of life.

Journal Update: A New Hobby

Partly due to my conscious effort to take up a new hobby every few months and partly due to the increasing routineness of gym workouts, I have decided to start cycling to keep in shape. I bought a BSA ACT 105. It's a light weight (17Kg), aluminium frame, 21 gears MTB. A decent looking piece of machinery.

I went for a 12 Km ride today from begumpet to Jubilee check post and the early morning breeze, which was rather strong for my first day, felt good for its coolness. Also the way towards the check post was mostly uphill which compounded with the fact that I haven't yet mastered the art of using gears for different gradients made the first half quite intense. The returning half was consequently downhill and very easy. I should choose more uniform routes for the initial few rides.

In the next few weeks I plan to read some literature on cycling to understand its nuances better. Also, to keep things different and interesting I have decided to divide my week evenly between cycling and jogging. My current goals are to run 21 K half marathon in Hyderabad which is sometime in November and to ride longer distances on cycle.

I will keep updating this blog as and when I learn new things about cycling. It seems I am going to like it.

Sachin Cyclist Tyagi !!

P.S. The two inspirations for all this are my younger brothers, Navneet and Ashish, who are infinitely active and athletic and have great stamina.

Media in India

Recently I and some friends were discussing the low standards of news reporting on Indian television. While some were complaining that the media does not address the real issues, the others were pointing out that it indulges more in short lived hypes than it creates meaningful debates. There was a general consensus though, that the responsibility of raising the standard of journalism lie solely with the media channels. And this point of view seemed quite reasonable until I realized that it was unsustainable.

To understand this it's important to analyze what causes the current scheme of things. If we go just a step further from the obvious we will realize that it is not the media channels that determine the content but rather the audience that does. If the audience didn't want this content, the channels wouldn't have any incentive to produce it. So, this is a demand side problem and fixing it on supply side will not be a sustainable solution. There will always be some other media channel which will be happy to produce what is in demand.

Further, who is to decide the meaningfulness of content? Aren't we a democracy that lets people decide what is best for them ? A few educated elite may not find the content the best but isn't it a trade-off we made when we chose a democratic set up (as opposed to, say, an aristocratic one). [1]

So what is the solution then? My answer is that we are trying to solve a "pseudo-problem". A problem which is but a manifestation of a larger deficiency in the system and unless we fix this deficiency our solutions will be short lived and unsustainable at best. Let me elaborate this last point.

It is a central assumption of democracy and free markets that participants always make rational decisions that are beneficial to them. Democracy further assumes that this collective decision is also beneficial to the whole. This last assumption is an approximation at best and a frequently broken one when the participants are largely uneducated. Our current scenario is yet another instance of this broken assumption wherein the general population is unable to figure out what will be most beneficial to them as a whole.

It's only logical to start repairing a broken model by fixing its broken assumptions. So, if we can somehow fix our assumption that theh masses can form informed decisions that are good for the collective then everything will be rosy again and our system should go back to working as advertised, at least until we find the next fault. And I think this can only be done by providing education to all the billion decision makers we have, so that they do not seek opinions from the media but seek only information and form their own opinions, which by definition of education have a higher probability of being correct.

This will ensure that not only does the media has an incentive to produce its content for the educated masses who are able to see through the subtleties but also that we remain true to our democratic spirit of letting people decide what is best for them.

Educating India might seem to be a colossal task, but then such an ancient civilization as ours shouldn't be looking to solve trivial problems.

1. Though, in a democratic set-up every one has a right to voice his criticism.

In Seattle

I reached Seattle yesterday and was pleased to note that the wheather this time is a lot more pleasant. Its sunny and a bit cold - just the midway between sweltering heat of hyderabad during this time of year and the chilly and damp seattle in november when I last visited here.

As for the work here, Avi told me that the reason for this visit is mainly to assist the DepotPoint development team in customization of REO platform and since the existing platform is completely developed by the offshore team at Pramati I have to assist the DepotPoint development team in understanding the platform and getting started. Apart from that, I will also be discussing platform level designs with Avi about how to make the platform more generic and extensible.

So, for most of the time I will either be involved in knowledge transfer or in design discussions. Not only a change of location and weather but change of work as well. I am not complaining.

I will be here for about 3 weeks this time as opposed to 2 weeks last time. So, i am planning to explore the city a little more and if work load permits will probably head to San Fracisco on 22nd to be with Pussad and Cheta for an extended weekend (Monday, 25th is a holiday here) and play some cricket.

Can't really ask for more.

First Post

Ok, so I have finally decided to start this blog after the ceremonious procrastination of several months. But today I come here, in front of you, with a resolve to regularly update this blog.

Now, the first things first. What will I be writing about and what does the name of the blog mean? The answer to these two question is same. Stream of Consciousness, as defined by wikipedia is "a narrative mode that seeks to portray an individual's point of view by giving the written equivalent of the character's thought processes, either in a loose interior monologue, or in connection to his or her actions." So, as the title suggests, this blog will be a record of my experiences and thoughts in all their amorphous glory. I don't even have to be coherent. You see the benefits of choosing a right title for your blog; it can save you lots of effort.

Sachin Smart Tyagi.