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      <title>Rock On!</title> 
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      <description>Sindbad The Sailor Ek Jahaaz Mein Jab Chala &amp;#8230;Mere Yaar Sunlo Sunlo&amp;#8230;..
Doondh Raha Tha Ek Naye Duniya Ka Pata &amp;#8230;Mere Yaar Sunlo Sunlo&amp;#8230;..

Woh Anjaane Raahon Mein Tha, Woh Lehron Ki Baahon Mein Tha
Sab Ne Kaha Tha In Samandaron Mein Jaana Nahin
Mere Yaar Sunlo Sunlo&amp;#8230;..
Khwaabon Ke Peeche Jaake Kuch Bhi Hai Paana Nahin
Mere Yaar Sunlo Sunlo&amp;#8230;..

Woh Apni Hi Dhun Mein Raha, Woh Suntata Dil Ka Kahaan 
Us Ke The Jo Sapne Wohin Us Ke The Apne, Aisa Tha Sindbad The Sailor&amp;#8230;.Sailor
Us Ke The Jo Sapne Wohin Us Ke The Apne, Aisa Tha Sindbad The Sailor&amp;#8230;.Sailor&amp;#8230;

Us Ka Jahaaz Gira Tufano Mein, 
Mere Yaar Sunlo Sunlo&amp;#8230;..
Phir Bhi Na Aayi Aandhi Us Ke Armaano Mein
Mere Yaar Sunlo Sunlo&amp;#8230;..
Woh Deewana Aisa Hi Tha Ooo..Woh Sapno Ka Humrahi Tha Ooo..
Us Ke The Jo Sapne Wohin Us Ke The Apne, Aisa Tha Sindbad The Sailor&amp;#8230;.Sailor
Us Ke The Jo Sapne Wohin Us Ke The Apne, Aisa Tha Sindbad The Sailor&amp;#8230;.Sailor&amp;#8230;

Woh Kuch Paane Ki Chaah Mein, Woh Badta Rahan Raahon Mein 
Gehra Samundar Tha Oonchi Oonchi Lehren
Mere Yaar Sunlo Sunlo&amp;#8230;..
Kasthi Acchi Acchi Bhi Mushkil Se Tehre
Mere Yaar Sunlo Sunlo&amp;#8230;..
Woh Saahil Pe Gaa Hi Gaya  Oooo, Woh Mazil Ko Paa Hi Gaya Oooo
Us Ke The Jo Sapne Wohin Us Ke The Apne, Aisa Tha Sindbad The Sailor&amp;#8230;.Sailor
Us Ke The Jo Sapne Wohin Us Ke The Apne, Aisa Tha Sindbad The Sailor&amp;#8230;.Sailor&amp;#8230;                   

Tum Ho To Gaata Hai Dil , Tum Nahin To Geet Kahan,
Tum Ho To Hai Sab Haasil, Tum Nahin To Kya Hai Yahan
Tum Ho To Hai Sapno Ke Jaisa Haseen Ek Sama
Jo Tum Ho To Yeh Lagta Hai Ke Mil Gayi Har Khushi
Jo Tum Na Ho Yeh Lagta Hai Ke Har Khushi Mein Hai Kami
Tumko Hai Maangti Yeh Zindagi&amp;#8230;..

Ooooooooo..Ooooooo&amp;#8230;.Ooooooo

I&apos;ve been listening to this song continuously for the better part of 3 days! :) Such AMAZING energy! Seen the movie twice already - third time is inevitable cuz haven&apos;t seen it with the complete family yet...MUST watch!</description>
      <dc:publisher>typolis: My Identity.</dc:publisher>
      <dc:creator>karn</dc:creator>
      <dc:subject>opinions</dc:subject>
      <dc:rights>Copyright &#169; 2008 karn</dc:rights>
      <dc:date>2008-09-30T12:35:09Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Connexions</title> 
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      <description>I&apos;ve been spending time with different sets of friends in the recent past...it&apos;s nice to meet and spend time with people you with whom you haven&apos;t spent too much time in the recent past...or for a while for that matter...

Some&apos;ve them i&apos;ve really connected with in certain situations and scenarios...and then at other times - in an everyday scenario...that &apos;connection&apos; seemed to be missing...isn&apos;t there. 

That&apos;s what happens when you &apos;play safe&apos;. 

I had a tarot card reading yesterday...and the first thing that lady said was that i should control my temper and anger....then she said that i have some &apos;good times&apos; coming up...and then said that there might be a &apos;certain someone&apos; i&apos;ll meet in due course...and that i just need to be open to it...

Be open...

I watched &apos;bachna ae haseeno&apos; for the second time a few days back...it&apos;s not a half bad movie :P...maybe i could&apos;ve stopped at watching it once...i think it actually picks up only after the first half hour...so i didn&apos;t miss much in missing the first half hour the first time i saw it! 

...has some lovely music...

Connections are like fishing rods. You&apos;re always trying to net something or waiting for that perfect &apos;catch&apos;...but that catch usually takes a while to come by...and you need to do it in the right context and frame of mind...or it&apos;ll happen in the right context and frame of mind...much of which you create yourself...

Escapism is a bad habit...

What&apos;s the point in ruing a missed connection...it might as well be a fishing rod you forgot somewhere...

It used to be so much simpler..when we weren&apos;t creatures of need.</description>
      <dc:publisher>typolis: My Identity.</dc:publisher>
      <dc:creator>karn</dc:creator>
      <dc:subject>me</dc:subject>
      <dc:rights>Copyright &#169; 2008 karn</dc:rights>
      <dc:date>2008-09-08T14:29:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>About Friends</title> 
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      <description>A heightened state of awareness. I wrote about this many months ago. 

I just watched &apos;Great Expectations&apos; for the first time. And now it&apos;s one&apos;ve my favourite movies to watch. It seemed so ....real. The story was a contemporary fairytale - but the emotion with which was expressed was more real than some real people care to feel. 

Over the last few weeks, i&apos;ve been left pondering about who my friends are. There are some i feel a sense of  &apos;competition&apos; with. Other who insist on taking potshots at my expense. Yet others with whom it&apos;s unpredictable. Am i being overtly judgemental? Or are my relationships with people i&apos;ve known for some time now...evolving? 

Sometimes as a result of evolution, things better. Other times, they don&apos;t - they just move into a different direction. And people grow apart. With two of my friends, i feel that happening. Maybe i am judgemental. Is this also part of &apos;growing up&apos;? 

&quot;Choosing&quot; - ?

Making selfish choices. Friends that contribute to my growth - and so i choose to contribute to theirs. &quot;Matlabi Duniya&quot;. &quot;A dog eat dog world&quot;.

* SNAP * 

...and ties break. Am i being overdramatic? Maybe...My problem is that i&apos;m too nice, and people take advantage of that. No - i let them. I smile and laugh it off. Under the pretext of, &quot;I&apos;m not like this - how can they be? How can people be like this?&quot;

People are the way they are. If certain choices have to be made - they have to be made. Life goes on. 

Over estimating friendships can be a dangerous thing. Something i wouldn&apos;t advise. Have i over-estimated some? I&apos;ll know soon.</description>
      <dc:publisher>typolis: My Identity.</dc:publisher>
      <dc:creator>karn</dc:creator>
      <dc:subject>now</dc:subject>
      <dc:rights>Copyright &#169; 2008 karn</dc:rights>
      <dc:date>2008-08-25T19:25:57Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Yet Another Saturday</title> 
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      <description>Like any other day. Wakeup in the morning, get ready - 4 hours of class. 3 today because i was an hour late. 

The longer you train, the more your relationship with &apos;class&apos; as it were - changes. Today i&apos;m training for my 2nd kyu exam - to happen soon. So that is my focus - with the larger goal being my black belt. 

And in that &apos;focus&apos; - i noticed something about someone else&apos;s relationship with &apos;focus&apos;. Su and and i trained today for quite a while, and i noticed that whenever she tried to do a technique fast, she didn&apos;t &apos;get it&apos; and would beat herself up over it - but the moment she slowed down - she got the technique immediately. 

Also noticed how Nandi didn&apos;t expend extra energy - she said what she wanted to say in explaining a technique, demonstrated it and then, &quot;Play!&quot; 

Clarity. Crisp Focus. In pursuit of my goal i&apos;m becoming like a horse with blinkers - 10 degree vision. But it&apos;s important to acknowledge the need for a &apos;collective focus&apos; as well. Especially while doing Suburi. As an individual there&apos;s only so much i can train - i could train for weeks, months and years - and not know how much or if i&apos;ve grown at all. And the moment you train with another individual - it changes completely. Like language. 

Look forward to training with Shiva, Preetam and Nikolaj soon. Santosh &amp;amp; Arjun - in time.</description>
      <dc:publisher>typolis: My Identity.</dc:publisher>
      <dc:creator>karn</dc:creator>
      <dc:subject>ninjutsu</dc:subject>
      <dc:rights>Copyright &#169; 2008 karn</dc:rights>
      <dc:date>2008-08-23T12:27:17Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Pretense</title> 
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      <description>i don&apos;t like pretense. And i don&apos;t like people who pretend. 
Soemtimes that includes me - quite honestly. I don&apos;t like myself when i&apos;m pretending. Cuz i&apos;m not being me.</description>
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      <dc:creator>karn</dc:creator>
      <dc:subject>me</dc:subject>
      <dc:rights>Copyright &#169; 2008 karn</dc:rights>
      <dc:date>2008-07-16T18:32:53Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Worlds Fastest Indian</title> 
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      <description>Its so important to write down or share what you feel - when you feel it. Otherwise the moment passes...

Like just now i thought i&apos;d lost the thought forever :) ...even if it was a simple inconsequential one...

in this case...i remembered in time....

I realized i&apos;ll always be the kind&apos;ve person who likes sharing things with people around me...experiences...moments....anything....which is why, when i started writing on this blog, i felt i&apos;d found a friend who just listened without judgement :) - don&apos;t we all want someone like that...

Tonight i caught up with a friend after a gap of about 7 years (seems to be that kind&apos;ve month) ...and it felt like nothing had changed...except for the fact that both of us were older...and wiser (?) haha...we looked the same...talked the same...and the bond was the same :) 

Later, came back home and watched &apos;The world&apos;s fastest Indian&apos;. Anthony Hopkins playing the lead in this movie about the legendary speed racer - Burt Munro from New Zealand. ....wow....what will to live a full life...

In the early part of the movie, when asked why he races the motorcycle at his age (he looks like he&apos;s pushing 70 - though with the number of women he gets, you wouldn&apos;t think it!)....to which he replies, &amp;#8220;You live more in five minutes on a bike like that, going flat out, than some people live in a lifetime.&amp;#8221;

His bike had no brakes, no parachute. And yet he went flat out on the Bonneville Salt Flats. It&apos;s an amazing true story. If you do watch it - do so for the story and not necessarily the movie. The movie on it&apos;s own is just about ok...but it tells a compelling story about a man of true heart. 

My life pales in comparison...and watching this movie makes me wonder, &quot;What am i making such a big deal of?&quot;

At another point in the movie he says (quoting F.D. Roosevelt), &amp;#8220;It&amp;#8217;s not the critic that counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done better.  The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena.&amp;#8221;

&amp;#8220;The reward is in the doing of it.&amp;#8221;</description>
      <dc:publisher>typolis: My Identity.</dc:publisher>
      <dc:creator>karn</dc:creator>
      <dc:subject>movies</dc:subject>
      <dc:rights>Copyright &#169; 2008 karn</dc:rights>
      <dc:date>2008-07-15T20:40:57Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Relationships</title> 
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      <description>I thought of writing and wanted to write immediately...i haven&apos;t had this urge in a while..

Why are relationships so complex? Why are there so many complexities we deal with as people? Why do we carry so many things with us from the past? Why do we burden ourselves with something that makes no difference or no impact to our lives in the present? And will never do so in the future either?

&quot;Until i.e. you let it&quot;

Wow...what a truly original observation.

Why do i believe in the human spirit as much as i do? Why do i look for more good in people than bad? Why would i rather look at the good in something thatn look at the bad? 

&quot;Are you trying to compensate for something yourself?&quot;

No...maybe this is just how i think. Why should i be apologetic for how i think. How i feel. I feel the way i do right now....and that&apos;s how i feel. 

I remember it like yesterday when my ex gf dropped me off at a tyre repair place to get it fixed...and i was stalling and delaying her going home...or her going out elsewhere...cuz i knew at the back of my mind she was going to meet someone else. Things were practically over between us anyway...i just kept holding on. Why?

Was it my need to be with her? Or was it my need to just be with someone?

Why do we feel the need to be with someone? So much that we just hold on to a lifeline thrown our way...the &apos;our&apos; is more replaced by &apos;me&apos; or &apos;i&apos; or &apos;my&apos;....it&apos;s such a cliche...to talk about yourself in the third person..

What is it about creation? What is it about the tactile feeling of sensing space...and &apos;touching&apos; it with your fingertips...of &apos;smelling&apos; the air...sensing it..feeling it...

What is space about? Between two people....

retracing your steps till you know...

Distance i have to travel...a long long journey...far away...

i can&apos;t be stopped by questions. 

People ask questions out of curiosity. Out of insecurity. Out of inquisitiveness...

i want to keep writing like i want to keep talking...

the other night i went out with a friend of mine i haven&apos;t met in a really long time...and we caught up...and we talked...effortlessly going from one topic to another...cuz there was a perfect understanding and expression of &apos;space&apos; right there....

no pretence...i was me...she was herself....and we talked and talked and talked...and before you know it - 3 1/2 hours had passed...comfort in being yourself when you know someone and someone knows you...

then why are we so scared to learn...to know...to reach out....is the distance really that great?

is it?














is it....</description>
      <dc:publisher>typolis: My Identity.</dc:publisher>
      <dc:creator>karn</dc:creator>
      <dc:subject>love, her, me</dc:subject>
      <dc:rights>Copyright &#169; 2008 karn</dc:rights>
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