A Sardarji finds himself in dire trouble. His business has gone bust and he’s in serious financial trouble. He’s so desperate that he decides to ask Bhagwan for help. He goes into the temple and begins to pray.
“Oh Bhagwan, please help me, I’ve lost my business and if I don’t get some money, I’m going to lose my house as well, please let me win the lotto”. Lotto night comes and somebody else wins it.
The Sardarji goes back to the synagogue. “Bhagwan, please let me win the lotto, I’ve lost my business, my house and I’m going to lose my car as well”. Lotto night comes and the Sardarji still has no luck!!
Back to the temple… “My Bhagwan, why have you forsaken me?? I’ve lost my business, my house, my car and my wife and children are starving. I don’t often ask you for help and I have always been a good servant to you. Why won’t you just let me win the lotto this one time so I can get my life back in order???”.
Suddenly there is a blinding flash of light as the sky parts open and the Sardarji is confronted by the voice of the God: “SARDARJI, MEET ME HALF WAY ON THIS ONE, BUY A DAMN TICKET”.
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Bantu returns from his first day at school and immediately questions his father." Dad, today we had a Spelling Class - All the other kids could only say half the alphabet, but I knew the whole thing. Is that because I am Sardar?"
"No son, that’s because you are intelligent. " Bantu seeming content with the answer, asks his father another question, “Dad, today we had Math class - All the other kids could only count from 1-10, I could count from 1 to 20. Is this
because I am Sardar ??”
“No son, that’s because you are intelligent,” replies his father. Happy with the answer, Bantu poses another question to his father, “Dad, today we had Medical Examination, all the other boys were shorter than me, I was at least twice their height. Is that because I am Sardar ??”
The father replies, “No son, that’s because you are 31 years old.”
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Mr Harpreet Singh Gulati is traveling from Moscow to Turban Pore [Capital of Khalistan] by “Kithe” Pacific. Seated besides him is Gary Kasparov. Gary asks him whether he would like to play chess to kill time. Gulati : “Oye Gar(r)y. You think I don’t know who U are?. I can’t compete with a world champion” Gary : “How about if I play left handed ?” Gulati : [Think.. Think..] “OK!” Gulati is demolished in 4 moves… and is very upset through-out the rest of the journey. On landing he meets his friend Manpreet Singh. Gulati : Hey! U know what! I played Chess with Gary Kasparov and he defeated me in spite of him playing left-handed… Manpreet : Oye ullu-de pathey!! He sure did fool you!! U know what!! Gary IS LEFT-HANDED!!