<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10965344</id><updated>2009-07-01T23:40:10.361+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Germany</title><subtitle type='html'>My experience in Germany.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Yasir Niaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588106549679573179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10965344.post-5512429547247039043</id><published>2009-07-01T17:20:00.025+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:40:10.368+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frankfurt airport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 planes flying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google map error'/><title type='text'>Afraid of flying? Well, you should be...</title><content type='html'>... when they are making three planes take-off at once!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Frankfurt airport with 3 planes taking off (along with their shadows):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAXo3P0oA_o/Skt_PbnwWYI/AAAAAAAAM9E/hlgaEr8yg8w/s1600-h/frankfurt_3_planes.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 650px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAXo3P0oA_o/Skt_PbnwWYI/AAAAAAAAM9E/hlgaEr8yg8w/s400/frankfurt_3_planes.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353512485149235586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long will they keep this current view of Frankfurt airport on google maps, as I have been seeing it for an year or so. So enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="650" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;source=s_q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;sll=50.051435,8.598905&amp;amp;sspn=0.018876,0.068407&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=50.050957,8.599414&amp;amp;spn=0.018877,0.068407&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;z=14&amp;amp;output=embed"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;source=embed&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;sll=50.051435,8.598905&amp;amp;sspn=0.018876,0.068407&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=50.030957,8.563414&amp;amp;spn=0.018877,0.068407&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;z=14" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;View Larger Map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10965344-5512429547247039043?l=yasirniaz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5512429547247039043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10965344&amp;postID=5512429547247039043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/5512429547247039043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/5512429547247039043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/afraid-of-flying-well-you-should-be.html' title='Afraid of flying? Well, you should be...'/><author><name>Yasir Niaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588106549679573179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11672849818117667488'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAXo3P0oA_o/Skt_PbnwWYI/AAAAAAAAM9E/hlgaEr8yg8w/s72-c/frankfurt_3_planes.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10965344.post-6672543030802390856</id><published>2009-06-26T00:47:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T15:11:53.904+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lahore light rail project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proposal'/><title type='text'>Lahore Light Rail Proposal</title><content type='html'>The Lahore Rapid Mass Transit project has been on the table for many decades now, but is as far from implementation as ever. Probably, the government could try a much cheaper and faster solution first. By using the existing rail line running through Lahore, a light rail project could be started, where small (and thus fast) trains could run frequently on the existing train lines providing commuter service to the huge population. This project can teach valuable lessons and its success could trigger more support of the Rapid Mass Transit project. Using Google maps, I created a rough sketch of such a project. This would use 6 existing stations (blue markers) and require 7 new stations (green markers) to be constructed. So here is the proposal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="480" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.de/maps/ms?gl=de&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=116108220894592316936.00046d0b733beb3f4ea5c&amp;amp;ll=31.515923,74.323883&amp;amp;spn=0.280973,0.439453&amp;amp;z=11&amp;amp;output=embed"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;View &lt;a href="http://maps.google.de/maps/ms?gl=de&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=116108220894592316936.00046d0b733beb3f4ea5c&amp;amp;ll=31.515923,74.323883&amp;amp;spn=0.280973,0.439453&amp;amp;z=11&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;Lahore Light Rail&lt;/a&gt; in a larger map&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10965344-6672543030802390856?l=yasirniaz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6672543030802390856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10965344&amp;postID=6672543030802390856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/6672543030802390856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/6672543030802390856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/2009/06/lahore-light-rail-proposal.html' title='Lahore Light Rail Proposal'/><author><name>Yasir Niaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588106549679573179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11672849818117667488'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10965344.post-2676679205840601450</id><published>2009-05-28T22:53:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T15:12:42.416+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Line'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lahore Rapid Mass Transit System'/><title type='text'>Lahore Tram Project</title><content type='html'>The detailed google map of Lahore enabled me to create a route of the first tram line (Green line) of the long planned Lahore Rapid Mass Transit System. The route maps available around the internet are not very clear and differ from each other. So I just created a combined route map to get an idea of the first line. So here is my attempt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF&amp;msa=0&amp;msid= 116108220894592316936.00046acc9539186b3520e"&gt;Green Tram Line of Lahore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="650" height="550" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=116108220894592316936.00046acc9539186b3520e&amp;amp;ll=31.510828,74.32502&amp;amp;spn=0.21934,0.071454&amp;amp;output=embed"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;View &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=116108220894592316936.00046acc9539186b3520e&amp;amp;ll=31.510828,74.32502&amp;amp;spn=0.21934,0.071454&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;Lahore Rapid Mass Transit&lt;/a&gt; in a larger map&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAXo3P0oA_o/SkYZj-LuIDI/AAAAAAAAL78/XlxDac1rgns/s1600-h/LRMTmy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 4px; height: 2px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAXo3P0oA_o/SkYZj-LuIDI/AAAAAAAAL78/XlxDac1rgns/s400/LRMTmy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351993312954687538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10965344-2676679205840601450?l=yasirniaz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF&amp;msa=0&amp;msid=' title='Lahore Tram Project'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2676679205840601450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10965344&amp;postID=2676679205840601450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/2676679205840601450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/2676679205840601450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/2009/05/lahore-tram-project.html' title='Lahore Tram Project'/><author><name>Yasir Niaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588106549679573179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11672849818117667488'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAXo3P0oA_o/SkYZj-LuIDI/AAAAAAAAL78/XlxDac1rgns/s72-c/LRMTmy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10965344.post-2407214519592155112</id><published>2009-05-26T09:55:00.015+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:14:27.640+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lahore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pakistan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google Maps'/><title type='text'>Pakistan detailed maps on Google Maps</title><content type='html'>Today when I opened Google maps, I was pleasantly surprised to see the detailed map of Lahore. Not only Lahore, it has all the major roads of Pakistan and also many large cities like Gujranwala, Sialkot, Rawalpindi, Islamabad and of course, Karachi. At least, I have been waiting for this for a long time and it was at time frustrating. But now this is excellent development. What is more amazing is that it shows bus-stops in Lahore. Also it shows mosques, schools, hospitals, markets, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="625" height="550" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;source=s_q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=Lahore&amp;amp;sll=31.556408,72.608643&amp;amp;sspn=3.28639,7.141113&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=31.537017,74.357529&amp;amp;spn=0.205515,0.44632&amp;amp;z=12&amp;amp;output=embed"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;source=embed&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=Lahore&amp;amp;sll=31.536408,72.608643&amp;amp;sspn=3.28639,7.141113&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=31.587017,74.357529&amp;amp;spn=0.205515,0.44632&amp;amp;z=12" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;View Larger Map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10965344-2407214519592155112?l=yasirniaz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;source=s_q&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=&amp;q=pakistan&amp;sll=48.522904,9.052098&amp;sspn=0.319255,0.892639&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;ll=31.536408,72.608643&amp;spn=3.28639,7.141113&amp;z=8' title='Pakistan detailed maps on Google Maps'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2407214519592155112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10965344&amp;postID=2407214519592155112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/2407214519592155112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/2407214519592155112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/2009/05/pakistan-detailed-maps-on-google-maps.html' title='Pakistan detailed maps on Google Maps'/><author><name>Yasir Niaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588106549679573179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11672849818117667488'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10965344.post-7075148742990277218</id><published>2009-03-02T23:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:31:06.632+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My daughter</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, I did an Aqeeqah party for my daughter. She was born on 14th of January 2009 at 2:55 pm. We named her Hadia Yasir. She is a real cuty. At the time of birth, she weighed about 2885 grams and had a length of 49 cm. Actually I inquired about her weight and height only after I met my friends who have children. They started asking me such questions making me realize that I am supposed to know such stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city hospital was really nice and took great care of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10965344-7075148742990277218?l=yasirniaz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7075148742990277218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10965344&amp;postID=7075148742990277218' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/7075148742990277218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/7075148742990277218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-daughter.html' title='My daughter'/><author><name>Yasir Niaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588106549679573179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11672849818117667488'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10965344.post-1812486831786220244</id><published>2008-12-07T22:33:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:55:19.468+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaiserslautern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='germany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finding nemo'/><title type='text'>Finding Nemo</title><content type='html'>Today i tried to find a friend in the streets of Germany. The story began with a friend inviting me over for dinner. My mobile phone's battery was low and i had never my friend's house before. As soon as I got out of office at about 9 pm, my mobile died. I tried to turn it on for long enough to call or read my friend's number, but the Sony Ericsson E900 refused to stay on even for a few seconds. My friend told me that his house was next to the city-park near the water-pump. I got to the pump and looked around. No sign of friend. I walked around trying to find some signs, when a window on a 2nd floor opened. I walked towards it with a ray of hope, but in vain. It was only an old woman who came out for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I decided to try the dare. I yelled "Farhan", and started walking. No windows opened. I walked a distance and shouted again. The woman coming from the front with her dog saw strangely towards (a bit scared as well). I turned in one of the probable alleys and shouted once again. Unfruitful, I repeated it another alley. Another man jogging in the park stared at me. I came home, charged my mobile, called my friend and enjoyed his dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10965344-1812486831786220244?l=yasirniaz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1812486831786220244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10965344&amp;postID=1812486831786220244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/1812486831786220244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/1812486831786220244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/2008/12/finding-nemo.html' title='Finding Nemo'/><author><name>Yasir Niaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588106549679573179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11672849818117667488'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10965344.post-7184643950581996202</id><published>2008-08-20T16:31:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:32:22.494+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yearly gathering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hitler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuernberg'/><title type='text'>Trip to Nuernberg - trial place for hitler's generals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/yasir.niaz/Nuernberg_jul08/photo?authkey=-_UHaTG_Kd0#5222610713786266802"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/yasir.niaz/SHpwxgthNLI/AAAAAAAAGz4/VC8BIftdGdQ/s144/DSC00945.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Some time ago, the university took us on a trip to Nuernberg in eastern Germany. It is a big and old city with the city center enclosed in an oval city wall with castles, forts and watch towers. Much of these is still preserved. A river runs in the middle. It was a three day trip so we had plenty of time to see around. The King's castle has been excellently renovated and converted into a youth hostel. This is thus one of the most beautiful youth hostels of the country and this is where we stayed. It is located at one end of the city wall, high up a hill. The first day we wandered down from the castle into the city and went through the city center to the other end of the wall and back. We also went to the 3-D cinema there to get the schedule of their shows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/yasir.niaz/Nuernberg_jul08/photo?authkey=-_UHaTG_Kd0#5222617328888194450"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/yasir.niaz/SHp2yj4uJZI/AAAAAAAAHK4/NU9FWLlcQ3M/s144/DSC01206.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Second day, after breakfast, we were taken to a museum to learn about the history of the city through models and see the life of kings there. Then we went looking for a market of Turkish residents. Once there, we found restaurants and shops of Turks everywhere. We are roasted chicken from one shop and prayed in a mosque. We also went to the 3-D cinema to see a small 4-D animation where they violently shook our safety belt laden seats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/yasir.niaz/Nuernberg_jul08/photo?authkey=-_UHaTG_Kd0#5222617612724226466"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/yasir.niaz/SHp3Dz_z9aI/AAAAAAAAHSQ/MNzpiTd_0TI/s144/DSC01274.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On third day, we were taken to the parade grounds outside the city, where Hitler used to gather and display his military strength. It was a very big stadium where about 500,000 people gathered every year before the second world war. There we walked on the long parade road, a large portion of which was a bridge over water. Then we saw the unfinished building which Hitler was building to become the largest of the World. There was also an audio-visual museum about the complete history of Hitler's rise and fall. Even two hours were not enough to go through it completely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10965344-7184643950581996202?l=yasirniaz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7184643950581996202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10965344&amp;postID=7184643950581996202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/7184643950581996202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/7184643950581996202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/2008/08/trip-to-nuernberg-trial-place-for.html' title='Trip to Nuernberg - trial place for hitler&apos;s generals'/><author><name>Yasir Niaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588106549679573179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11672849818117667488'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/yasir.niaz/SHpwxgthNLI/AAAAAAAAGz4/VC8BIftdGdQ/s72-c/DSC00945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10965344.post-6506440520759484754</id><published>2008-07-22T10:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:10:25.235+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='germany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='july'/><title type='text'>Middle of July</title><content type='html'>It is a funny mid of July. There is no summer. The temperatures are around 15 C. People are wearing jackets. Its getting different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10965344-6506440520759484754?l=yasirniaz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6506440520759484754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10965344&amp;postID=6506440520759484754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/6506440520759484754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/6506440520759484754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/2008/07/middle-of-july.html' title='Middle of July'/><author><name>Yasir Niaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588106549679573179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11672849818117667488'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10965344.post-1278384421399734785</id><published>2008-06-11T18:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T18:51:17.426+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='germany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driver'/><title type='text'>A nation respecting its teachers</title><content type='html'>During childhood I often heard the story of a policeman who stopped the traffic to let a professor cross the seat. Today I saw it in Germany. I was sitting in a bus coming back from the university, when a couple of professors got out of the car parking talking to each other. They were about to cross the road but then saw the bus and stepped back. The bus-driver stopped the bus and asked them to cross the road, even though it was no zebra-crossing. Normal cars may stop for pedestrians without a zebra-crossing, but buses never stop. This was the first time I saw this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10965344-1278384421399734785?l=yasirniaz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1278384421399734785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10965344&amp;postID=1278384421399734785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/1278384421399734785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/1278384421399734785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/nation-respecting-its-teachers.html' title='A nation respecting its teachers'/><author><name>Yasir Niaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588106549679573179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11672849818117667488'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10965344.post-3892441736215974011</id><published>2008-02-18T20:47:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:52:21.166+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islamabad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudi airline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frankfurt airport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riyadh airport'/><title type='text'>Travelling to Pakistan on Saudi Air through Riyadh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yAXo3P0oA_o/R-pLFnK1EyI/AAAAAAAAFiE/h_iD6UO5p2Y/s1600-h/saudiair_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yAXo3P0oA_o/R-pLFnK1EyI/AAAAAAAAFiE/h_iD6UO5p2Y/s200/saudiair_logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182036881029010210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around, I wanted to travel to Pakistan with Emirates Air, since my wife expected to fly back with me and i was thinking of touring Dubai. But this year, the ticket prices were too high as compared to last time. All airlines were offering above 700 euros prices. At last Saudi Air came to the rescue and offered a ticket in 550 euros. This was probably their debut flight. They too had a very busy schedule and I could barely get a seat in it for my required dates. The agent promised a seat for me, however, it required me to stay on Riyadh airport for 7 hours without hotel. I had to accept. But a few days before flight, the agent indicated that there are no seats from Riyadh to Lahore and I have to go to Islamabad. This required only a 1.5 hours stay in Riyadh. I had to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my flight day, a friend was driving to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frankfurt_airport"&gt;Frankfurt airport&lt;/a&gt; and he offered to take me along. I took the offer although I would have to spend a few extra hours at the airport but would avoid the hassle of train change etc. I asked the airport staff if there is an internet connection on the airport, but it was too expensive. Then I asked for a power plug to charge my laptop and they prompted me to use the plug they use for charging their airport transport vehicles. So there I laid down on a long rest seat watching the Matrix. It didn't seem like a good idea for me to watch a movie with heavy gun fights on such a location, but never mind. When I passed through the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Airport_security"&gt;security check point&lt;/a&gt;, I was overconfident. The security door didn't like that and protested. So they ran their handy scanner over my body and it too kept the view of its bigger cousin. I took everything out of my pockets, but it kept on buzzing near my feet and on my legs. So the guy asked me to came aside and take off my shoes. Then he felt my whole socks and I admired his courage (or strong smell nerves) :) I had put some money in polythene and put in my socks, but he ignored it and let me go. During boarding, my hand carry was over-weight (on the confidence of their membership, whose card arrived only after my departure), so the lady said that I'll get in trouble at the boarding gate. So, i waited to go last in the gate and avoided her while boarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane from Frankfurt to Riyadh was a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boeing_777"&gt;Boeing 777&lt;/a&gt; with personalized on-seat entertainment system. And the plane from Riyadh to Islamabad was a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boeing_747"&gt;Boeing 747&lt;/a&gt; also with the entertainment system, but this one was not friends with the remote control and was working for hearing-disabled people :) They distributed menu choice lists on both flights. Food was German-style in first flight and Pakistani style in second flight. Riyadh airport is beautiful but is under development as a new World's second largest airport. They have a beautiful fountain in the middle. The 747 to Islamabad was jam-packed. From there I took a &lt;a href="http://www.sammi.com.pk/"&gt;Daewoo&lt;/a&gt; inter-city Bus to Lahore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fyasir.niaz%2Falbumid%2F5186861245993918145%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="267" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10965344-3892441736215974011?l=yasirniaz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.saudiairlines.com' title='Travelling to Pakistan on Saudi Air through Riyadh'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3892441736215974011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10965344&amp;postID=3892441736215974011' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/3892441736215974011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/3892441736215974011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/2008/02/travelling-to-pakistan-on-saudi-air.html' title='Travelling to Pakistan on Saudi Air through Riyadh'/><author><name>Yasir Niaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588106549679573179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11672849818117667488'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yAXo3P0oA_o/R-pLFnK1EyI/AAAAAAAAFiE/h_iD6UO5p2Y/s72-c/saudiair_logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10965344.post-4640886399784816564</id><published>2008-02-03T21:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:08:48.879+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nikkah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Married!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yAXo3P0oA_o/R6YwLgXqlSI/AAAAAAAAEWI/3dzy56iaZl0/s1600-h/DSC_0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yAXo3P0oA_o/R6YwLgXqlSI/AAAAAAAAEWI/3dzy56iaZl0/s200/DSC_0100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162866997052740898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know I should have mentioned this a long time ago, but I would again blame laziness for this :) I wrote about my trip to Pakistan last September. btw, I got married in that trip :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the beginning a whole new aspect of life. Although I only got "Nikkah-ed", still I feel somewhat different. Or at least I try to... When I returned to Germany, I attended a party where I had a chat with an Indian guy. During the chat I asked him if he was married. Upon his denial and back question, I also replied in negative. A few seconds later, I realized my mistake and uttered "yes, yes, yes, I am married". So, I have to feel that I am married. Marriage itself involved many processes. Deciding whom to invite and whom to postpone till walima. Then going to almost every home in Lahore to distribute the invitation cards. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yAXo3P0oA_o/R6dgyQXqlTI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/22WX7kuidmw/s1600-h/DSC_0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yAXo3P0oA_o/R6dgyQXqlTI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/22WX7kuidmw/s200/DSC_0147.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163201914307515698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to sit formally with my wife for some hours on stage and it was difficult to find time to talk to her. Then came her sisters and cousins for the milk-drinking ritual, where they gave me and my wife some milk to drink and then demanded payment for that milk. A hefty 50k amount. We struck a deal of a much less amount. Services Club proved to be a good spacious hall for such a function attracting about a couple of hundred guests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10965344-4640886399784816564?l=yasirniaz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4640886399784816564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10965344&amp;postID=4640886399784816564' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/4640886399784816564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/4640886399784816564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/2008/02/married.html' title='Married!!!'/><author><name>Yasir Niaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588106549679573179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11672849818117667488'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yAXo3P0oA_o/R6YwLgXqlSI/AAAAAAAAEWI/3dzy56iaZl0/s72-c/DSC_0100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10965344.post-8461719342013028228</id><published>2007-12-18T14:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T15:23:29.030+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turion X2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiron 1521'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='replacement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMD'/><title type='text'>Notebook replacement from Dell</title><content type='html'>I finally got my notebook replaced by dell. I bought this Dell notebook three years ago and it was having problems every often. In these 3 years, Dell replaced my hard-disk, DVD drive, processor fan and heat-sink, LCD screen and charging adapter. Now they wanted to replace my motherboard because of the problem. I refused to let it happen and asked them to give me a permanent solution to this time-waisting routine every six months. I asked them to either replace my notebook with another model, or to "tell me their office address so I could shift my home near them so that they can come everyday to my house to repair my notebook" :) This suggestion had the desired effect and they resorted to replacing my notebook. I did many upgrades to the free notebook they offered me and hence I got 2 GB ram, 160 gb hard-disk, bluetooth, integrated camera and metallic blue cover in 250 euros extra. The new notebook i got is an AMD Turion X2 TL-58 (Insprion 1521) with 15.4 inch wide-screen display and 3 years service warranty. I have formatted and packed my old notebook and waiting for the delivery service to pick it up. &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www1.euro.dell.com/content/products/productdetails.aspx/inspnnb_1521?c=de&amp;l=de&amp;s=dhs&amp;cs=dedhs1"&gt;Dell Inspiron 1521&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10965344-8461719342013028228?l=yasirniaz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8461719342013028228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10965344&amp;postID=8461719342013028228' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/8461719342013028228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/8461719342013028228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/2007/12/notebook-replacement-from-dell.html' title='Notebook replacement from Dell'/><author><name>Yasir Niaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588106549679573179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11672849818117667488'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10965344.post-3531000104463474428</id><published>2007-11-15T14:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T15:10:07.856+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaiserslautern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowfall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>First snow in Kaiserslautern</title><content type='html'>It snowed here today. Actually it snowed a little yesterday but the snow couldn't accumulate on ground. Today when we woke up in the morning and the ground was pretty much covered in snow. This was the first snow of this winter. Normally, in our area it snows for 2-3 months. But last year was an exception as it didn't really snow last year. There were snowfalls a couple of time but the snow was soon gone. So practically, there was no snow last year. This time, we have yet to see whether it really snows or not. We usually get one snowfall at the end of November and then the regular snowfall follows in the end of December or start of January. However, this time it snowed a little earlier than usual. Well, strange things are happening with the weather every year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10965344-3531000104463474428?l=yasirniaz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3531000104463474428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10965344&amp;postID=3531000104463474428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/3531000104463474428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/3531000104463474428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-snow-in-kaiserslautern.html' title='First snow in Kaiserslautern'/><author><name>Yasir Niaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588106549679573179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11672849818117667488'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10965344.post-6714906453663090057</id><published>2007-09-28T12:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T12:45:22.120+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lahore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LRMT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lahore rapid mass transit rail system'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subway'/><title type='text'>New life in Lahore Rapid Mass Transit (LRMT) Rail Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yAXo3P0oA_o/Rv0LOZYXM9I/AAAAAAAADQU/Gq41pncOlNc/s1600-h/20060314_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yAXo3P0oA_o/Rv0LOZYXM9I/AAAAAAAADQU/Gq41pncOlNc/s400/20060314_02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115257093721895890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chief minister of Punjab Ch. Parvez Ilahi announced on 26-sep-07 that the Lahore subway train project will be started after Eid (14 oct).  Many train lines are proposed to be built. The first line is the Green line covering 27km area from Shahdara to Hamza Chowk. This line will take 3.5 years to build and cost around 3 billion dollars. The original plan estimated the completion date in 2012 but the authorities want it to be built till 2011 before the World Cup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find a lot of information about the project on the website: &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://pakistaniat.com/2007/08/20/lahore-rapid-mass-transit-rail-project/"&gt; http://www.pakistaniat.com&lt;/a&gt; and in a forum thread at: &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.skyscrapercity.com/showthread.php?s=c8b1f27d09440af48d475003dd503b0e&amp;t=486978"&gt;http://www.skyscrapercity.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10965344-6714906453663090057?l=yasirniaz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jang.com.pk/jang/sep2007-daily/26-09-2007/update.htm#37' title='New life in Lahore Rapid Mass Transit (LRMT) Rail Project'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6714906453663090057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10965344&amp;postID=6714906453663090057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/6714906453663090057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/6714906453663090057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/2007/09/cd-new-life-in-lahore-rapid-mass.html' title='New life in Lahore Rapid Mass Transit (LRMT) Rail Project'/><author><name>Yasir Niaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588106549679573179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11672849818117667488'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yAXo3P0oA_o/Rv0LOZYXM9I/AAAAAAAADQU/Gq41pncOlNc/s72-c/20060314_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10965344.post-1753815407428169356</id><published>2007-09-17T01:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T01:44:06.811+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tehran airport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duesseldorf airport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mahan air'/><title type='text'>Flying with Mahan Air through Tehran</title><content type='html'>Last month I travelled on Mahan Air through Tehran. Mahan Air is a private airline of Iran having 24 planes and flying to 27 destinations. I was very cautious about it based on rumours but had no other option. It didn't fly from Frankfurt, but from Duesseldorf instead. They gave a train ticket so I took the journey of 4 hours to reach that city. Duesseldorf Airport is also a nice airport with landing/take-off viewing platforms. The train station is on one end of the runway and hence a hanging sky-train takes visitors between the terminals, the parking and the train stations. The plane from Germany to Iran was surprisingly smaller than the one from Iran to Lahore. They had far more newspapers than Gulf and Emirates Air. They also offered passengers coffee-toffees once on board. The flight was smooth and we were offered standard drinks and food. They presented kids models of aircrafts. We landed on the new airport of Tehran, the Imam Khomeini International Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before landing into Tehran for a plane-change, the pilot requested the women to dress properly according to Islam as required by law, even at the airport. They then presented all of the women pink long-shirts and white head-scarfs. It was fun to see European women wearing these nice modest clothes on the airport. Exiting the plane, they gave everyone a small box of pistachios. Once in the airport they gave us our next boarding cards and also coupons for a free burger/cake and a free drink. This was uniquely generous considering we had a stay of only two hours. Then we went to buy sweets from there. The first sweet-box I saw costed some 50,000 Rials. Their currency is extremely devalued and a Euro is equivalent to about 12,500 Rials. They had made very beautiful shapes filled with dry-fruit. The flight to Lahore was even more peaceful so that I slept and missed the meals. They always presented their own carbonated drinks similar to Coke, Sprite and Fanta. All food items were also made in Iran. The return flight was also ok except there was a delay at Tehran airport of about two hours which is normal with cheap airlines. Thank ALlah that I caught the last train to my city in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10965344-1753815407428169356?l=yasirniaz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahan_Air' title='Flying with Mahan Air through Tehran'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1753815407428169356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10965344&amp;postID=1753815407428169356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/1753815407428169356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/1753815407428169356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/2007/09/flying-with-mahan-air-through-tehran.html' title='Flying with Mahan Air through Tehran'/><author><name>Yasir Niaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588106549679573179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11672849818117667488'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10965344.post-3898175781051935817</id><published>2007-08-20T23:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:38:29.187+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaiserslautern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muslim students group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pierre Vogel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karlsruhe'/><title type='text'>Muslim Students Group at University of Kaiserslautern Germany</title><content type='html'>Some days ago we decided to attend a lecture in Karlsruhe. We being the Muslim Students Group at University of Kaiserslautern (&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.uni-kl.de/msg"&gt;Muslimische Studenten Gruppe&lt;/a&gt;, TU Kaiserslautern). This group existed before but ceased to be active some years ago. We reconstructed this group to actively arrange activities for all the students at the university. We are starting from smaller activities and progressing towards bigger ones. So first of these activities were an Islamic weekend. We went to Karlsruhe on Saturday to attend a lecture by a converted German named &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.diewahrereligion.de"&gt;Pierre Vogel&lt;/a&gt;. The lecture was arranged in a sports hall which was full with audience, both Muslims and non-Muslims (including German) with as many women as men; reason being perhaps the topic: Position of Women in Islam. The lecture was in German and the speaker was a native speaker. So I understood less than my level of German understanding. Before going to the lecture we had lunch together and saw the Karlsruhe castle. We 10 men had travelled from Kaiserslautern with Train while about 8 women came in a van we had rented. &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.uni-kl.de/msg/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;id=34&amp;Itemid=35"&gt;Photos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we arranged a Bar B Que party for the members and potential members. Though it was summer, summer was nowhere to be found. It rained that day as well, however, with a bit of wind. So we found two covered places at the Uni for Grill. One saved us from the wind but not rain; the other saved from rain but not wind. After some to and fro motions, we opted for the second option. There were about 50 people at the party. We had beef sausages and chicken and people brought salads. We also gave small talks about our MSG in German, English and Arabic. As soon as we started the party, the weather got good. &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.uni-kl.de/msg/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;id=33&amp;Itemid=35"&gt;Photos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are planning a trip to Trier to see the city and attend a couple of lectures there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10965344-3898175781051935817?l=yasirniaz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.uni-kl.de/msg' title='Muslim Students Group at University of Kaiserslautern Germany'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3898175781051935817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10965344&amp;postID=3898175781051935817' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/3898175781051935817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/3898175781051935817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/2007/08/muslim-students-group-at-university-of.html' title='Muslim Students Group at University of Kaiserslautern Germany'/><author><name>Yasir Niaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588106549679573179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11672849818117667488'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10965344.post-8787309975330102424</id><published>2007-08-14T23:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T23:58:50.631+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Independence Day</title><content type='html'>happy independence day to all. The independence to be corrupt and to rob and kill each other. Let us promise today that we will never do corruption, never give or accept rishwat, never accept or do sifarish, see our fellows above the divisions of language, province, ethnicity, sect, etc. Only then do we deserve to celebrate our freedom. Otherwise: long live our new masters (internal or external).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10965344-8787309975330102424?l=yasirniaz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8787309975330102424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10965344&amp;postID=8787309975330102424' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/8787309975330102424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/8787309975330102424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-independence-day.html' title='Happy Independence Day'/><author><name>Yasir Niaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588106549679573179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11672849818117667488'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10965344.post-6409526460987230015</id><published>2007-08-13T20:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T20:47:06.749+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Receiving Pakistanis in Frankfurt</title><content type='html'>Last week we decided to go to Frankfurt airport to receive a batch of Pakistanis coming to Germany. They had received the HEC scholarship for phd and were being sent in 3 groups. Two groups had their flights 4 hours apart and the third group was coming 3 days after them. We opted to receive the first group while others chose to receive the second group. We started our journey in the morning, reaching Frankfurt city in the afternoon and strolled to a Pakistani restaurant "Shahid ka Dhaba". There we were served delicious dishes with hot roti and lassi. Then we went to a Bengali mosque to pray and subsequently to a Pakistani sweet shop (Akmal). We bought freshly made "Gulab Jaman" and returned to the train station to catch a train to the airport. The flight was delayed half an hour. PIA was banned from Europe shortly but now was allowed to operate again. This time around, they probably didn't have flights to Frankfurt. So the students were flown to Milan, Italy. Then they were to reach Frankfurt through Al-Italia airline. When the scholars finally reached Frankfurt, they told a horrible story of their change-over. The luggage of some of them was placed in the next flight. So these people chose to stay and wait at the airport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back after sending the scholars on their way to their respective cities. Some other Pakistanis were to receive the remaining scholars at night. One of them tells the story of reception like this:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In the next flight 8 scholars were missing.  They were supposed to spend night at Milan airport as they were not allowed to go out side the airport but I heard that then some Pakistani from tribal area helped them &amp; they spent night at some hotel. They arrived then next day at 11:30 am &amp; went to their cities. Two or three of them had lost their luggages. The students arriving with 10 pm flight were very upset &amp; many of them had lost their luggage (as well). All the clothes &amp; important things were missing. I helped them to claim the luggages &amp; hope the airline will send them when they (are) found. This was really very bad &amp; was due to the PIA &amp; HEC officials. All have told all the story to Pakistani embassy &amp; also to DAAD.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, a funny thing happened as well. One of the students gave me the telephone number of the hostel's manager where they were supposed to stay. I called there and asked if all of the 8 scholars of that city will stay with him. He sounded like a Turkish guy. After confirming, he asked me a question: "these people coming from Pakistan, are they some high officials or some ministers or something?" At my surprised answer that they were just students, he exclaimed: "You are the sixth person to call to inquire about them".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10965344-6409526460987230015?l=yasirniaz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6409526460987230015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10965344&amp;postID=6409526460987230015' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/6409526460987230015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/6409526460987230015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/2007/08/receiving-pakistanis-in-frankfurt.html' title='Receiving Pakistanis in Frankfurt'/><author><name>Yasir Niaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588106549679573179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11672849818117667488'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10965344.post-8130948734387091209</id><published>2007-07-31T18:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T18:28:58.716+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bar B Que party at my research group</title><content type='html'>This month we had the yearly Grill party at my robotics research group. We hold this party every summer at a Bar-B-Que location next to our building, and invite all the students who have worked with us during the last year. This year, summer has not come completely yet, so we were afraid of a bad weather. However the weather got better at the time of the party and we started a little earlier than scheduled. The initial phase, burning the coal, was tough, so we used a heat blower to speed up the process :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back at about 11 pm while the party was going on with still a few participants there. Some left-over food and drinks now lay in our kitchen ready to be made good of... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fyasir.niaz%2Falbumid%2F5093396038445223809%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10965344-8130948734387091209?l=yasirniaz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8130948734387091209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10965344&amp;postID=8130948734387091209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/8130948734387091209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/8130948734387091209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/2007/07/bar-b-que-party-at-my-research-group.html' title='Bar B Que party at my research group'/><author><name>Yasir Niaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588106549679573179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11672849818117667488'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10965344.post-4919160891615204526</id><published>2007-07-07T02:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T02:35:03.788+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Joining East and West Germany</title><content type='html'>A few days back, the university arranged a trip to Berlin. We travelled on bus with Brazilian students singing and making noise at the back for the first two hours. This was a ten hours journey because of our stopovers. We got a hostel to stay neat the city center in this relatively big city (but only a third the population of Lahore). There we were briefed on our location and where to go in the evening and which areas to avoid. Yes they told us two areas where we could be engaged by neo-nazis that got us worried. Nevertheless we got out and met a friend there who took us to an Lebanese restaurant serving tasty KFC style chicken. &lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to a research institute to hear some presentations and see their super-computer. It was in a large noisy room with a long line of cupboards containing processor arrays. They had more than a hundred hard-disks which were used as temporary storage. The actual data storage was on tape drives on which a robotic arm was used to switch tapes. We also saw pieces of Berlin wall placed at city centre. There was a clear brick all through the city marking the position of the former Berlin wall. Since the Berlin wall was not straight, rather circular, so it was always difficult to tell which side of the wall (marking) was East and which West. Even the guide had problems sometimes. However, there were some things that provided some clues. Like the traffic signals for pedestrians were different. There was a very small portion of the wall intact at one place surrounded by a metal fence. Near it was a very long piece along the river with paintings depicting the history and sufferings due to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;This wall made Berlin a very interesting and complex place. Like in other cities, foreigners were colonized on the outskirts of the city. In the case of Berlin, they lived near the wall as this was considered a dangerous place. When the wall vanished, these foreigner colonies found themselves in the middle of the city at important locations. So there are colonies like Turkish, Arabic, etc very near to the city centre. Secondly, once the wall was removed, Berlin was the first capital of the world with a huge empty space right in the middle. They didn't know what to do with it, so they sliced the area like a cake and divided it among huge companies. So now there are triangular buildings in this area made by Sony, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fyasir.niaz%2Falbumid%2F5075321359801038785%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10965344-4919160891615204526?l=yasirniaz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4919160891615204526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10965344&amp;postID=4919160891615204526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/4919160891615204526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/4919160891615204526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/2007/07/joining-east-and-west-germany.html' title='Joining East and West Germany'/><author><name>Yasir Niaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588106549679573179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11672849818117667488'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10965344.post-5207110184977051569</id><published>2007-06-20T11:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T11:20:28.145+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miklós Fehér'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last breath'/><title type='text'>Are you ready to die?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K9HIEZN7XHk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K9HIEZN7XHk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video shows death of a soccer player on field while playing. The player is &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mikl%C3%B3s_Feh%C3%A9r"&gt;Miklós Fehér&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10965344-5207110184977051569?l=yasirniaz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5207110184977051569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10965344&amp;postID=5207110184977051569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/5207110184977051569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/5207110184977051569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/2007/06/are-you-ready-to-die.html' title='Are you ready to die?'/><author><name>Yasir Niaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588106549679573179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11672849818117667488'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10965344.post-8253337893093999683</id><published>2007-06-06T11:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T11:33:32.599+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cricket series with Saarbruecken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dotnet-friends.blogspot.com/2007/05/saarbcken-cricket-match.html"&gt;Guest post from the blog of Omer Kamal&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10965344-8253337893093999683?l=yasirniaz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://dotnet-friends.blogspot.com/2007/05/saarbcken-cricket-match.html' title='Cricket series with Saarbruecken'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8253337893093999683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10965344&amp;postID=8253337893093999683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/8253337893093999683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/8253337893093999683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/2007/06/cricket-series-with-saarbruecken.html' title='Cricket series with Saarbruecken'/><author><name>Yasir Niaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588106549679573179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11672849818117667488'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10965344.post-6775698378204679463</id><published>2007-05-29T13:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T13:36:26.725+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A bold step at KFC Mall Road Lahore</title><content type='html'>A guest-post from a friend (Ahsan Saleem):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, instead of going to relatively cheaper AFC (Mall road) I went to neighboring relatively expensive KFC. I haven't been to a KFC recently but the crispy chicken KFC ads have been tempting me for a while. With a watering mouth, and ready to go air wallet I entered KFC. Unlike its main branch (Barket market walee), the restaurant was almost empty with only a few tables filled, which I thought was an achievement of AFC. I hate rushy places so that came as a plus. The counter line was all empty and a girl with hijab was standing there.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Without wasting any time, I picked a menu and went off; I want this .. I want that upsize .. I want breast piece etc etc etc .. when suddenly the attendant at counter stopped me with a silent signal of her hand, and pointed to her ears with a negation. I was a little embarrassed or not.. I cant remember, but I surely felt surprised. I mean thats not common, I haven't seen that anywhere before. I spent some time in Beijing china some couple of years back and had developed a pretty pathetic sign language. It brought back old memories but the attendant was pretty quick and on the spot.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I started to realize that all of the walls were filled with posters teaching sign language and the menu appetizing me had sign language on it also. With in 10 minutes I was able to find a holding describing that KFC as a special branch being run by special ppl. I was happy to see someone in mainstream taking such a step. I had fun eating crispy chicken [ :) ] and practicing original and authentic sign language. Do try the KFC mall road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10965344-6775698378204679463?l=yasirniaz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6775698378204679463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10965344&amp;postID=6775698378204679463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/6775698378204679463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/6775698378204679463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/2007/05/bold-step-at-kfc-mall-road-lahore.html' title='A bold step at KFC Mall Road Lahore'/><author><name>Yasir Niaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588106549679573179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11672849818117667488'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10965344.post-3642682139759302777</id><published>2007-05-24T21:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T11:23:30.055+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strasbourg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kehl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strassburg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TUKL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='germany'/><title type='text'>My first encounter with French language</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yAXo3P0oA_o/RlalCw_IRxI/AAAAAAAAB5g/AY7HvjFctic/s1600-h/Kehl_directions.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yAXo3P0oA_o/RlalCw_IRxI/AAAAAAAAB5g/AY7HvjFctic/s200/Kehl_directions.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068419897580078866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently we decided to visit a French city near German border. It is called &lt;a href="http://cms.strasbourg.fr/Strasbourgfr/GB"&gt;Strasbourg&lt;/a&gt; and is located at a three hours train ride from my city. We traveled on the "&lt;a href="http://www.bahn.de/p/view/international/englisch/travelservice/price_tourist.shtml"&gt;Happy Weekend train ticket&lt;/a&gt;" (a ticket that allows you to travel anywhere in Germany within one day) to a German city (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kehl"&gt;Kehl&lt;/a&gt;) on the border of France. Where here, Strasbourg was lying over the river. We thought we should cross the bridge into France and then purchase a "full day ticket" in Strasbourg to make use of local transport. But the ticket office near the border was closed. The bus stops had no ticket machine and the bus drivers didn't sell "full day tickets". Worse, the drivers didn't speak either English or German. People at the border also didn't speak anything but French. So we used our natural instincts to ask for directions. We took the bus to the center of the city and climbed the highest &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strasbourg_Cathedral"&gt;cathedral&lt;/a&gt; in France there. It had more than 300 steps and induced hunger when we climbed down. We asked for a Turkish restaurant and ate a Halal Döner (shawarma) from there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/yasir.niaz/StrasbourgTripInMay07/photo#5066639414592553570"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://lh5.google.com/image/yasir.niaz/RlBRtA_IQmI/AAAAAAAABvM/d-XHs-g2v5s/s144/DSC02421.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we set out to see the chocolate museum boasting to show chocolate manufacturing process and offering free chocolate. We took the tram to outskirts of the city till a bus station and asked a waiting passenger for further directions. He told us in broken English to take bus nr 50 after half an hour. The sun by this time was starting to burn. When the bus came, we showed the map and location of museum at which the driver asked us to take bus nr 2 with hand signals. We again waited and then got to the driver of bus nr 2. After showing him 3 maps of the region, he pondered for about 10 min and identified the place where we were standing on the map. Exhausted, we asked him about the museum and he began again searching the map and his brain. After about 10 more minutes he explained the directions in French to which he also didn't seem confident about. So we decided to head back to the city and took a boat tour around the city. The one hour tour showed us the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/European_Parliament"&gt;European Parliament&lt;/a&gt; there. Then we took our dinner from a Bengali restaurant and headed back to Kehl with bus. The bus stopped in the middle for tne minutes to make us miss our train and wait for an hour for the next train. Once in Kehl we had to wait another hour for the next train. So we went inside the city coincidentally finding a loud festival there. We reached back at 2:30 am instead of 12:30 am. Pictures of the trip can be seen at &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/yasir.niaz/StrasbourgTripInMay07"&gt;Picasa.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fyasir.niaz%2Falbumid%2F5066636227726818289%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10965344-3642682139759302777?l=yasirniaz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strasbourg' title='My first encounter with French language'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3642682139759302777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10965344&amp;postID=3642682139759302777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/3642682139759302777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/3642682139759302777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-first-encounter-with-french-language.html' title='My first encounter with French language'/><author><name>Yasir Niaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588106549679573179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11672849818117667488'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yAXo3P0oA_o/RlalCw_IRxI/AAAAAAAAB5g/AY7HvjFctic/s72-c/Kehl_directions.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10965344.post-5198602684901003066</id><published>2007-05-04T14:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T15:24:19.374+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaiserslautern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labour day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gartenschau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinosaur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tulips'/><title type='text'>Celebrating Labour day in Germany</title><content type='html'>1st May was a public holiday in Germany on account of Labour day. The graduate students union arranged a trip to a local garden-show including numerous dinosaur statues, ranked among the uniques in Europe. We gathered in the city center at 10 am, noticing that the police was stopping cars from going towards the city center. Soon a rally emerged from a side walking towards the city center. There were hundreds of people carrying slogans to increase the pays. Many of them were whistling and some were beating drums. There were also children carrying banners reading "increase the pay of my papa". But it was a very peaceful rally. I heard there was trouble at the rallies in biggest cities like Berling and Hamburg. We joined the rally for fun and walked with them to reach the Garden-Show. They scattered inside the garden where speeches were held on a stage. We left them to wander off in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garden was publicising 1 million tulips from the start of April. This was a replica of the famous tulip show in the Netherlands. Half of the tulips had withered at this time. Then there were dozens of very big and very small dinosaur models. In the evening, we played cricket as on every holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10965344-5198602684901003066?l=yasirniaz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5198602684901003066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10965344&amp;postID=5198602684901003066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/5198602684901003066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10965344/posts/default/5198602684901003066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasirniaz.blogspot.com/2007/05/celebrating-labour-day-in-germany.html' title='Celebrating Labour day in Germany'/><author><name>Yasir Niaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588106549679573179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11672849818117667488'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>