Her name is Nethra. She is in her prime - twenty five years, though she is as thin as a school girl. In an age where she must be savoring all the good things life has to offer, she is lying in a hospital bed, attached to a dialysis machine. She travels two hours in the morning, reaches this hospital and gets dialysis done and goes back home in the evening with her brother. She has no hopes about her future. She must spend her entire life in this way, visiting the hospital twice a week for her dialysis. Why can't she go for a kidney transplant? Because none of her near-ones are willing to donate the kidney and buying a kidney cost 20 to 30 lakhs. She can't even think of that kind of money what with working class family and every one except her elder brother, being alcoholics. We Bangaloreans pride ourselves for our techies who can be seen wherever we go. Can these techies do something about people like Nethra, some kind of machine which can be implanted in the body to clea...