A sardarji comes up to the Pakistan border on his bike. He’s
got two
large> > > bags over his shoulders. The guard Iqbal stops him and says,
‘What’s in the bags?’> > > ‘Sand,’ answered the sardji.
Iqbal says, ‘We’ll just see about that. Get off the bike.’
Iqbal’sguard
takes the bags and rips them apart; he empties them out and
finds nothing in them but sand. He detains the sardarji overnight and
has
the sand analyzed, only to discover that there is nothing but pure sand
in
the bags.> > > Iqbal releases the sardaji, puts the sand into new
bags,hefts
themonto> > > the sardarji’s shoulders, and lets him cross the border.
A
week
later,the same> > > thing happens. Iqbal asks, ‘What have you got?’
‘Sand,’ says the Sardaji.
Iqbal does his thorough examination and discovers that the
bagscontain
nothing but sand. He gives the sand back to the sardaji, and
crosses
the border on his bike. This sequence of events is repeated
every day for three years.
Finally, the sardaji, doesn’t show up one day and the guard
meets him in a ‘dhaba’ in Islamabad.
‘Hey, Buddy,’ says Iqbal, ‘I know you are smuggling something.It’s
driving me crazy. It’s all I think about…I can’t sleep. Just between
youand me,> > > what are you smuggling?’
The sardaji, sips his Lassi and says, ‘Bikes.’
hahahaha good one..this sardar is gona make rani proud