A Pakistani comes up to the Indian border on his Bike. He’s got two
large bags over his shoulders. The guard who is a Sardarji stops him and
says,“What’s in the bags?” “Sand,” answered the
Pakistani, Sardarji says, “We’ll just see about that. Get off the
bike.” Sardarji takes the bags and rips them apart; he empties them out and
finds nothing in them but sand. Sardarji detains the Pakistani
overnight and has the sand analyzed, only to discover that there is nothing but
pure sand in the bags.
Sardarji releases the Pakistani, puts the sand into new bags,hefts them
onto the Pakistani’s shoulders, and lets him cross the border. A week
later, the same thing happens. Sardarji asks, “What have you got?”
“Sand,” says the Pakistani. Sardarji does his thorough examination and
discovers that the bags contain nothing but sand. He gives the sand back to
the Pakistani, and crosses the border on his bike. This sequence of
events is repeated every day for three years. Finally, the Pakistani,
doesn’t show up one day and the so Sardarji comes to Pakistan in search &
finally meets him
“Hey, Buddy,” says Sardarji, “I know
you are smuggling something. It’s driving me crazy. It’s all I think
about…I can’t sleep. Just between you and me, what are you smuggling?”
The Pakistani says, “Bikes.”
