Temet nosce

After a long time I get to blog something. Thanks to the power maintenance for couple of days being done at office.

"Temet nosce" - A Latin phrase meaning "Know thyself". I chose this title based on the aphorism written on the plaque above the Oracle's kitchen door in the movie "Matrix", one of my favorites. The post itself briefs you about why the use of this strange title at the end.

Being a teetotaler in a farewell liquor party of an ex-colleague/new year booze party with present ones, you get to experience a lot of offline faces of your colleagues and bosses, some good- some bad - some even ugly! The best part is that you alone remember everything after coming back. ;)

I always wonder why people are so desperate to get so intoxicated with the drug called alcohol? Some strange answers that I got were like: they get drunk to be happy as they feel at liberty to talk anything mean! Some get simply drunk for the thrill-seeking. Some people drink in opinion that someone thinks big of you! While some others think its social to be drinking at party like these and while others drink because of peer pressure.

Many asked me to give up my beliefs and tried very hard to make me succumb to the so called luxury. I was looking at everyone's face to see if someone out there really felt what it means to be yourself and I was so happy to see that at least someone believed in me in giving a nod of disapproval not to give in.

I really liked the compliment that was given to me sometime during the conversation - "A silent warrior". So true that we all are trying hard to fight the battle within.

He always awaits in your subconscious
poised to greet the luxury when you give in,
while I stay wide awake engaged in
the endless covert fighting with my own evil twin.

He laughs at me with exultant joy;
Jeering at all my weaknesses.
While I stay tranquil amidst the uproar
Letting him not know about my failures.


Neither of them take a break ever
indulged in a series of confrontations within
Putting the blame on each other
Tending to unite yang with its yin.

With all the constantly running inner dialogue between my evil twin and my own conscious mind, I still somehow feel that I am a stranger to myself! Do we really "know ourselves"!?

Live.Love.Rewind

I am directly picking this title off the Sony Handycam's Ad. Today, we (our family) had been out on Deepavali shopping spree. Bro and SIL bought a new Sony Handycam to gift ourselves on the occasion and to treasure moments with yet-to-be-born my nephew/niece :) Never to miss the moment of all his/her first's in life... be it first touch, first smile, first words spoken, first step, first masterpiece, first rock show, first make up and most important of all those first words calling me "mama" ;) and so on... :)

At the Sony world/center, There was showcase of a lot of electronics. Above the display of Handycams, there was an large LCD TV which was looping through this advertisement below.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBohbQB-55o

It is all about a father reliving the moments of his daughter from childhood to her marriage. A lovely cute ad indeed! This took me back to an incident of which I was a witness a couple of weeks back. I had been to Malleshwaram,Bangalore to pick up my mom from her evening class of psychology. I was waiting outside in car for the class to get over and was just watching strangers around to see their actions, reactions, instincts and do a micro level sociology study of people and myself. That's my favorite pass-time! :D
As I tuned in some soft FM music in car stereo, I noticed an auto-rickshaw stopping next to car on the other side of the road under a street light. A pretty girl in her mid 20's stepped out with a lot of luggage to find her residence. I couldn't help watching her. I was a little safe as I had hid behind the tinted glasses ;). No sooner her father came to place and talked to her giving her a good tight hug and helped her with her luggage home. There was so much joy in his face on seeing his little kid come back home after a long time and all the expressions on his face told how badly he had missed her - Life is just fleeting moments of joy worth waiting for and the uncertainty is what makes life more beautiful. :)

Cheers! and Happy Deepavali.

Lineage, Lifestyle and Learnings

We as students read history right from our school days to get to know of all the irrelevant facts about who did what, when and where and how! I am not a historian but I believe in saying that "history repeats" because anything and everything I am currently experiencing in this world has been experienced by a lots of others somewhere in the time-line. We study to learn from past mistakes, gather data for prediction of life events, know about cultures but the history itself looks and probably is so much biased if we go only by the available writings.

Coming to a very small scale of geological time frame, If you ask me a simple question of what my great grandfather did for a living and his story of life. I have no clue! We do not know much more than our grandparents in our lineage. As a parent, does one really give knowledge of how social and financial life earlier was to his/her child? We are afraid that the youngster might develop some kind of impression over the family, relatives and hide some of the facts as we bury them deep down within ourselves. We are afraid to expose our problems in front of our children and make them understand the reality of life.

Today, we live in the era of technology, booming shopping malls, hyper-markets and multi-national business enterprises. The lifestyle of people, a generation earlier, were lot different from what we are going through now. Even the morals and values are not remaining the same. The attitude and pace over which we are leading life is changing very fast.
A simple instance: Nowadays, If a grandfather tells his grandson that he didn't have something called TV at his time to watch the kid shouts back to him saying that you are cooking-this-story-up for making me not watch the TV! Having the company of upper class society friends in junior school, the kid even comes and asks the parent if we are poor in just owning a Maruti Alto while his friends travel around in Honda city.

I have several open questions on my mind on my above bizarre random thoughts:
Why is society failing to learn from past and teach next generation? Is it the high rate of inflation over decades? Ever increase in economical gap between upper and middle class? Is it that we have lost the habit of reading Indian novels which expose rural side of our country to relate to our ancestor's life? Is it that we are losing something in over protecting our kids so that he never sees what actual suffering is? Are we shedding moral values down the drain in our pace of earning money and make a grand living?

"Mute" spectator

Today, I left the office at around 6pm and took the way out of campus via the rear exit of Manyatha Tech Park as this avoids me hitting bad evening traffic on Outer ring road. It was a beautiful dusk. A bit sunny as sun was still visible at the horizon shining over the yet-to-be-completed tall concrete buildings around.

I dropped at nearby shell service station for refueling my Enfield Bullet. After top up of fuel tank, I reached out to get a filling of the tires with Nitrogen gas. There was a guy, station worker at that Shell petroleum outlet, who was busy doing his work of setting the PSI units to prescribed values and filling up the front and rear tires as fast as he can. He waved at us and called upon all two wheelers in the queue as he was working parallel on all front tires of all bikes at once and then setting the pressure to a higher value for the rear tires to work smarter. (A nice efficient scheduling algorithm indeed!) But there was a man with his scooter who was in need to break this algorithm and wanted to be FCFS! (First-come-first-served). He was very upset of the way he was waved and asked to wait for filling up of every other bike's front tires to get his rear tire done. He went to manager with a complaint that this worker is showing hands at him and asking others to move ahead of him and break priority. Manager rushed to the place as the guy was still continuing doing his work of filling air. Manager revealed that the guy is deaf and dumb and does show only hand signals to communicate. I said to the man in scooter that he was doing his work in parallel so that it saves a lot of time. But the man left grumbling over the petty issue making a big fuss. The manager who stood next to me said that even though god has given him everything, he shouts over this poor guy who is deaf-mute. At least this guy isn't begging or stealing but doing a service at station for earning some money. The man was already long gone with his two-wheeler to even lend an ear to those words. I stood a "mute" spectator after listening to what manager said as my thoughts lingered around the same but the guy was busy filling up gas for the next car in queue without knowing what all had happened until now.

Fear of God

Ganesha chaturthi is celebrated as a grand festival in our family. We worship clay idols of Ganesha and Gowri at our house. They are usually bought at nearby place where artisans sell out hand-made idols. It happened that day-before-yesterday, Dad had asked a lady who was selling the Ganesha idol of the cost of the clay-model without all the paint. She quoted a whooping Rs.250/- for a small Idol! Dad was surprised at the cost and he gave her a Rs.1000/- note and asked her to take money of what she thought according to "Dharma" was correct price and then return the change. After listening to the word "Dharma" I don't know what made her think but she started giving back change and she just took Rs.130 bucks for that same Idol. It seemed just a small incident but the power-play of those words and the fear of god in the lady seemed so obvious at that moment.

For everyone God is a divine spiritual power. We all see him in different walks of our daily life. We associate everything happening to our lives which we don't have control upon as god's act of testing our strength and will. Sometimes we are guilty and we know it. We fear of that something wrong we committed and feel that some punishment awaits us! So strange are our customs and rituals but it is the way humans have created god from eons ago which has helped to maintain a good harmony in the society we live in.

Lost forever

I do not know whose fault it was.
We didn’t even mean to hurt each other
‘Cause I heard those words come out of fear.

Now we aren’t fighting anymore
But screaming inside broken;
Regretting for all the words been spoken.

Never did you call me to say that you’re sorry
Neither did I make a true attempt to tell,
The ego within us had made all our feelings expel.

Can you forgive me and be my true friend again?
All I asked you was some more time as I wasn’t ready yet,
To build the friendship stronger since the day we first met.

But since then we both have gone apart way-too-far
Not accepting the way we really are
In saying that you aren’t the person I was looking for.
-------------------------------------------------------------(September 9th 2010 1:00am)

Exploration devanahalli - NH7 ride

This Sunday I was pretty bored as I was alone at home. Everyone at home had left to marriage of a distant relative before i got up :P I was as usual stuck to my bed till 11am in the morning. Had a slow paced day till noon and then I realized that there no nothing cooked at home to eat. I had to prepare something or go to a nearby restaurant for lunch. As I had very late breakfast, I planned to go for a drive and eat somewhere I had not tried before. It was almost 2pm when I left towards the New Airport at Devanahalli. A beautiful Sunday afternoon - cloudy, cold and cozy  - I was driving on NH7 towards Air force station near Yelahanka.

There is a hillock to the left at the junction of Devanahalli-Shidlaghatta soon after the Airport. I saw a Jain temple under construction over the hillock and just visited that silent place.

It was windy in the afternoon and not many people around, I was enjoying the silence. There were some couple of architects sculpting the marbles intricately marking designs with pencil. It was beautiful to see those white soft stones to get shapes of bells, pillars and idols.

I then left the place to follow the "anjaane raasta" :) I saw the signboard saying Nandi Hills 28Kms at a junction and so I took that deviation and drove for a couple of kms; no sooner the fuel came to reserve. :(

My bad, I should have had a look earlier before starting. I asked nearby rurals and oncoming cars about fuel station ahead/nearby or above Nandi hills. Answer was a NO! Everyone asked to go back to Devanahalli for refueling. Consoling myself that I wouldn't land up in any problems since I have 2+ litres in reserve and would definitely make it another 55+ kms. I started to drive till the base of Nandi Hills. Roads are very good - lengthy, straight and non bumpy. I found a silkworm rearing farm on the way and wanted to take some snaps of cocoons. I got into one of the farms with my camera and the owner came running to me as to see what I am doing standing next to chandrike (A bamboo tray used for sericulture). As I was photographing cocoons he was more interested to show me the whole of his farm. I was more eager to ask him about everything that I saw around. A 5th grade boy from neighborhood also started explaining me about procedures they follow. I visited the Mulberry plantation next to the farm which is used to feed the growing silkworms. Within the few minutes of our meeting the owner had explained the whole of silkworms life-cycle! When I went inside the room I saw lots of cocoons ready for harvest. He said that he would make a total of Rs.40000/- in one harvest and a single harvest would take a period of 28 days. He asked me of my profession and told that his son too is an engineer working at Bangalore. People in rural places are very happy to see someone coming from city to see what the agriculturists are really working on. I have experienced this a lot many times during my visits like this on biking and trekking. We as engineers, doctors and lawyers often neglect the backbone of our country. If you ask a urban lad of this generation as to where the grains, fruits and vegetables actually come from, they would answer either Namdhari's or Reliance fresh or some other supermarket!!

After bidding bye to the silkfarm owner Prakash and the neighborhood boy Manu, I left with a cocoon in my pocket for the memory of visiting this silkfarm. My bullet had already started showing symptoms of getting cold as she had drenched in rain and electricals of bike had gone to a toss! There was a electrical short in headlight switch which forced me to come back before sunset. On the way back I visited the Devanahalli fort and Tippu sultan's birth place which is on the way. It is a monument still standing. There was nothing much to see here. You can see an old venugopal swamy temple as soon as you enter the gates of fort. Driving back home I had Idli-Vada at some hotel around 6pm, a very late lunch indeed! :P

Above are some wonderful snaps taken from my camera.

Cheers!
Karthi

Jai Hind!

Today, Saturday August 14th 2010, Eve of 64th Indian independence day, I saw and experienced this nice feeling of celebration of Indian independence which i would like to share it here.

This happened to me on the road today. I was going to meet a bunch of my colleagues who had called for a weekend fun meet at Amoeba bowling alley, Churchstreet Bangalore. I started from my place at 10:30am in the morning for we were suppose to meet at 11am IST (If you don't know the "real" meaning of it then it could be called Indian "Slip" Time) near Brigade Rd.

Roads were not so crowded up until late afternoon. I was heading to the Brigade Jn via MG Road where I had to stop for the Red signal. I saw few guys at the junction selling a lot of Indian tricolor on the streets of Bangalore.One small kid, around 10 years old, approached me with different variety and flavors of how Indian tricolor could be used - Wristband, Badges, Khadhi, Caps and finally flags. He had a plastic flag which had glue at the bottom to stick it firmly on dashboard of the car. A SUV with a dark tinted glass stopped next to my Bullet. As I said no to everything the boy showed me he had to finally move on. The window of the SUV rolled down and the boy was busy again in selling those to his new customer. To my surprise they were an old foreigner couple (around 45-50 years of age) and they did buy a Indian flag to put it on the dashboard of the car. They gave him some money and asked him to keep the rest of change. The boy was more happy than ever and gave the lady one more Indian flag for her to keep. For that fleeting moment, I saw the feeling of celebration in boy. I smiled at the couple who smiled back at me. The signal had turned green and I left with several thoughts on my mind - Who are really celebrating our Indian independence? - those foreigners! What it means to be real freedom struggle for that boy? - Is it just his daily bread! Why do we now see it just as a national holiday? - to rejoice without office work!

Even I am the victim of globalization of economies, societies and culture, working for software industry in a MNC, I don't have authority to say much about this but feels a kind of guilt that we have lost the real feeling of Indian independence and freedom struggle.

Jai hind!

TGIF!

My life had been uneventful for a long time since the last bullet ride to Kudremukh. As always, I had got myself busy with work and literally breaking my head, spending late-evenings over the non-working issues! A kinda stress, frustration had set in. I needed a break and it came as the part of fun filled event, TGIF(Thank God! It's Friday).

It all started with several colleague's idea to put up songs, skit  and a dance event. I was called upon Thursday morning to take part in the play as they needed to fit me in some role. I was more than happy :)

It was nice script done by the fellas to pull our senior(can also be called "old" :P) team members' legs. Characters like Himesh, Vilas, Ghanav, CP sir, Candy, Mona, Mori were really hilarious! I enjoyed it thoroughly. Kudos to guys and gals who wrote all those dialogues filled with pun. It was awesome fun to enact the role of Candy; Long time since school/college since I took part in some kind of play. I laughed out wholeheartedly during practice sessions in imitating the gestures and actions. Recording sessions went cool even though we were disturbing the neighboring conference rooms with our laughter. The final cut version of recording was done and I added some "special effects" :P and brought it for rehearsal. The new joinees were highly sportive and so were the mocked team members :D

Lots of people with gifted arts like singing, dancing, acting, mimicry, playing music, together with our well known shayar :), I would say that Alcatel-Lucent SRPG-IPD 7210 team rocks!!! in core technical as well as extra-curricular fields.

Strange relationships and life

We meet a lot of people in our day-to-day life at home, at workplace, on traveling, in neighborhood etc., and we communicate with each other forming some relation. The human interpersonal relationships are the most complex aspect of human behavioral science. We have a family - interpersonal relations with kins who are associated to you by genetics(Parents and siblings) and relatives - established by marriages, who help you morally and emotionally(In-laws,Aunts,Uncles) and friends - who trust, have similar likings, and most importantly accept you the way you are.

We can't choose the family we want to be born with but we choose our friends all the way through our lifetime. This human bonding with others seem very simple as we enjoy each others company when we are together. We take things for granted as we don't have any rules and regulations to be friends with and have assumptions of how others value it and what they seek from us. There is no contract or any penal law written about the relationship called friendship. In the journey of life as we move on, we make new friends and forget some old ones but there remains only a handful of close, closer,closest - a diminishing concentric circular scale of numbers and a "sole soul" standing in the center of that circle.

When it comes to being with family, again there is a form of mutual dependency created even if we don't choose to be with. There are some responsibilities and duties associated with each of the family member that he/she is expected to show to the other members of family. Siblings are together with parents for longer than childhood and as soon as they start earning and make their own family they are gone away. There are nuclear families present now because we desire to live and make our own living with the expenditures and our family earnings only. Sad but true that, We do not even want to share our living with siblings who are at a different socio-economic status than what we are now. How beautiful was the childhood when we even did not think of such things. I think, We are together only as long as we are parasitic to this institution called family - A group of people purposefully motivated to stay together for a major part of their lifetime who neither can't think of being benefited to live separate nor think of anything better solution otherwise.

We call this a "real life" - birth, childhood, education, work, marriage, children, bitterness, feeling of having lost so many things, wishing to go back past 30 years in life, frustration, illness, disability, old age, dependency on others, loneliness, death.

I read in one of the writings a few days back about the very contradictions in our human life. We urge to grow up so fast and long for our lost childhood on our way. Make ourselves ill earning money and spend all our money getting well again. We worry so much about future and never try to live in the present. We live as if we are never going to die, but we die as if we never lived.

Engine-eer!

As a kid I very much enjoyed disassembling all of my toys into pieces and trying to fix it back unknowingly that I will be an engineer someday later in my life :P

Old habits die hard! Even till today I do fix most of the household broken things like changing bathroom fittings and taps, regulators of ceiling fan, Fixing of water pump in air cooler, alarm clocks etc., You may get it done by professional but the happiness you get in repairing it is more worth it. Trust me! :)

Recently my cruel eyes have turned towards my "toy", Royal Enfield Bullet :D I bought the pete's manual for my bike last weekend from Nandan, so called Bangalore's bullet scientist :) and have started doing a study/research on my bike to find out how-things-work in it during weekends. Call it passion or insanity or whateva!

No matter how people ridicule me and poke fun at my craze, someday I wish to open up the whole of engine and put it back as it is with even better tuning done with perfect valve train arrangements. I am quite good at tools but I don't have a set of all tools required. Shopping list of spanners, box pliers is quite lengthy! A single change of engine oil requires about 2.2L(INR 440 bucks), leave alone primary clutch-case and gearbox oil. But it is quite a cheap machine from spares point of view to screw-it-up :P

I refreshed all my high school basics about Bernoulli's theorem to know action of carburetor and see it practically working in adjustment of the idling thump. Basics of alternator/regulator to know the use of AMPs meter and how charging is done using DC output of rectifier. Lenz law to know how induction coil works. First of all the physics behind the 4 strokes design of single cylinder petrol engine - about how linear motion is converted into rotary motion by crankshaft and connecting rods. Knowing how overhead camshaft(OHC), pushrods, rocker arms are used in inlet and outler valve timing. Electrical timing of spark soon after compression. It is a lot of fun than you can imagine if you have a feel for it.

You may ask why I am becoming(or rather mere talking) more like a mechanic now than an software engineer :P
Well, In industry, If you write a piece of code you need to stick to the norms of code readability, re-usability and do everything the C++ way in overriding,overloading but you can't hack your own code to make life simple! :( Lost are those college days when you had all the freedom to obfuscate complex sudoku solvers in 3 liners, Solve Tower of Hanoi using bitwise operators and the simple yet famous "hello world" programs into single line and enjoy them all. There is some internet humor @ http://www.gnu.org/fun/jokes/helloworld.html
Behaving as though you are "seasoned professional" even though you are not one is so much painful like an itching somewhere you can't reach! So I am trying to get back to my instinct of gaining knowledge and learn new things while breaking and fixing it up again :)

Even now I have the habit of adding "Thanks and Regards, Karthik" at the end of this blog as in outlook conversation which clearly indicates the other side effects of becoming addicted to office e-mails :P
Anyway,
Thanks and Regards,
Karthik :D

BhaavageethegaLu

ನನ್ನ ಮೆಚ್ಚಿನ ಭಾವಗೀತೆಗಳು, ಕೆಲವನ್ನು ಜಾಲದಲ್ಲಿ ಹುಡುಕಿ ಸಂಗ್ರಹಿಸಿರುವೆ. ನಿಮಗೂ ಇಷ್ಟವಾದೀತು ಎಂದು ಭಾವಿಸುವೆ.

೧. ಮುಚ್ಚು ಮರೆ ಇಲ್ಲದೆಯೇ, ಕುವೆಂಪು
೨. ಯಾವ ಮೋಹನ ಮುರಳಿ ಕರೆಯಿತು, ಗೋಪಾಲಕೃಷ್ಣ ಅಡಿಗ
೩. ಎದೆ ತುಂಬಿ ಹಾಡಿದೆನು ಅಂದು ನಾನು, ಜೀ.ಎಸ್.ಎಸ್
೪. ಇಷ್ಟು ಕಾಲ ಒಟ್ಟಿಗಿದೂ, ಡಾ. ಏನ್.ಎಸ್.ಲಕ್ಷ್ಮಿನಾರಾಯಣ ಭಟ್
೫. ತನುವು ನಿನ್ನದು ಮನವು ನಿನ್ನದು, ಕುವೆಂಪು
೬. ತೌರ ಸುಖದೊಳೆನ್ನ ಮರೆತಿಹಳು ಎನ್ನದಿರಿ, ಕೆ.ಎಸ್.ನರಸಿಂಹಸ್ವಾಮಿ
೭. ಎಲ್ಲೋ ಹುಡುಕಿದೆ ಇಲ್ಲದ ದೇವರ, ಜೀ.ಎಸ್.ಎಸ್
೮. ಎದೆಯು ಮರಳಿ ತೊಳಲುತಿದೆ, ಗೋಪಾಲಕೃಷ್ಣ ಅಡಿಗ
೯. ಎಲ್ಲಿ ಜಾರಿತೋ ಮನವೂ ಎಲ್ಲೇ ಮೀರಿತೋ, ಡಾ. ಏನ್.ಎಸ್.ಲಕ್ಷ್ಮಿನಾರಾಯಣ ಭಟ್
೧೦. ಒಂದು ಮುಂಜಾವಿನಲಿ ತುಂತುರಿನಾ ಸೋನೆ ಮಳೆ, ಚೆನ್ನವೀರ ಕಣವಿ
೧೧. ಲೋಕದ ಕಣ್ಣಿಗೆ ರಾಧೆಯು ಕೂಡ, ಎಚ್.ಎಸ್.ವೆಂಕಟೇಶಮೂರ್ತಿ
೧೨. ಅಂತರತಮ ನೀ ಗುರು, ಕುವೆಂಪು
೧೩. ಮೊದಲ ದಿನ ಮೌನ, ಕೆ.ಎಸ್.ನರಸಿಂಹಸ್ವಾಮಿ
೧೪. ಹಾಡು ಹಳೆಯದಾದರೀನು ಭಾವ ನವನವೀನ, ಜೀ.ಎಸ್.ಎಸ್
೧೫. ಎಲ್ಲ ಮರೆತಿರುವಾಗ ಇಲ್ಲ ಸಲ್ಲದ ನೆವವ, ಪ್ರೊಫ್. ಕೆ.ಎಸ್.ನಿಸಾರ್.ಅಹ್ಮೆದ್
೧೬. ಎಲ್ಲಿರುವೆ ಕಾಣಿಸದೆ ಕರೆವ ಕೊರಳೆ, ಡಾ. ಏನ್.ಎಸ್.ಲಕ್ಷ್ಮಿನಾರಾಯಣ ಭಟ್
೧೭. ಅಳುವ ಕಡಲೊಳು ತೇಲಿ ಬರುತಲಿದೆ, ಗೋಪಾಲಕೃಷ್ಣ ಅಡಿಗ
೧೮. ದೀಪವು ನಿನ್ನದೇ ಗಾಳಿಯು ನಿನ್ನದೇ, ಕೆ.ಎಸ್.ನರಸಿಂಹಸ್ವಾಮಿ
೧೯. ಅಮ್ಮ ನಿನ್ನ ಎದೆಯಾಳದಲ್ಲಿ, ಬಿ.ಆರ್.ಲಕ್ಷ್ಮಣ್ ರಾವ್
೨೦. ಅತ್ತಿತ್ತ ನೋಡದಿರು ಅತ್ತು ಹೊರಳಾಡದಿರು, ಕೆ.ಎಸ್.ನರಸಿಂಹಸ್ವಾಮಿ

ಯಾವುದನ್ನು ಮೊದಲು ಕೊನೆಯದು ಎಂದು ಅಳೆಯಲು ಆಗದು. ನಾನು "Rank"ಕೊಡಲು ಹೋಗಿಲ್ಲ :)

[P.S. ಕವಿಗಳ ಹೆಸರು ಸರಿಯಿದೆ ಎಂದು ಭಾವಿಸಿದ್ದೇನೆ. ತಪ್ಪಿದಲ್ಲಿ ಹೇಳಿ. ತಿದ್ದುಪಡಿಗೆ ಸಹಾಯ ಮಾಡಿ]