A Sardar walks into an Electronics store and says to the clerk
" bhaisaihb yeh VCR kitne ka diya" (how much for that VCR)
The clerk replies
“Sardarji tujhe nahin bechoonga … chalte bano” (won’t sell to you, please leave the store)
The Sardar can’t believe the prejudice, “hum bhi dheet hain” (I’m stubborn too) he thinks. He goes to the closest Barber, gets a haircut. Buys some swanky clothes wears a pair of Ray Bans, then returns to the same store. He just doesn’t look like himself
“How much for that VCR” he asks the clerk pushing his hair back- Yankee style.
The Clerk replies
“Sardarji vapas aagaye ho, bola na tumhe nahin bechoonga” (you’re back Sardar ji. I told you I won’t sell to you)
Must have slipped up on something thinks the Sardar. He returns the next day looking like a Tamilian Brahmin much chandan on forehead and all.
“aaeeyo ji, yeh VCR kitne ka diya” he asks the same clerk in a prefect Tamilian accent.
“Sardar ji … bala na, tumhe nahin bechoon ga”
Over the next few days the Sardar returns to the store in some real innovative guises, but the Clerk always picks him out at the same Sardar ji.
“VCR nahin bechna … theek hai, yeh to bataoo mujhko pehchante kaise ho”(don’t sell me the VCR, but please tell me how you recognize me)
“abe yeh VCR nahin … washing machine hai” (because it’s not a VCR but a washing machine)
sophie