learn from a sardar!

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 Sardarji.

Iqbal says, 'We'll just see about that. Get off the bike.'

Iqbal's guard takes the bags and rips them apart, he empties
them out
and finds nothing in them but sand. He detains the sardarji all
night
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 them onto 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 Sardarji.

Iqbal does his thorough examination and discovers that the bags
contain
nothing but sand. He gives the sand back to the Sardar, and
crosses the
border on his bike.
This sequence of events is repeated every day for three years.

Finally, the Sardarji doesn't show up one day and the guard,
Iqbal,
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
you and me, what are you smuggling?'

The Sardaji, sips his Lassi and says, 'Bikes'

 

sorrrryyyyyy......

Satya.
oh? din realise that.Thanks for bringing it up, so i don repeat it in future.Good day!
cheers.
sujatha.
(Not sura....:tongue)