A Sardarji and an American are seated next to each
other on a flight from Los Angeles to New York. The American asks if he
would like to play a fun game.
The Sardarji, tired, just wants to take a nap, so he politely declines
and rolls over to the window to catch a few winks.
The American persists and explains that the
game is easy and a lot of fun. He says, "I ask you a question, and if
you don't know the answer, you pay me five dollars, and vice
versa."
Again, he declines and tries to get some sleep.
The American, now agitated, says, "Okay, if you don't know
the answer, you pay me $5,and if I don't know the answer, I will pay you
$500."
This catches the Sardarji's attention and, figuring
there will be no end to this torment, agrees to the game.
The
American asks the first question: "What's the distance from the earth
to the moon?"
The Sardarji doesn't say a word, reaches
into his wallet,pulls out a $5.00 bill, and hands it to the American.
"Okay," says the American, "your turn".
He asks, "What goes up a hill with three legs and comes down
with four legs?"
The American, puzzled, takes out his
laptop computer & searches all his preferences........no answer. He
taps into the air phone with his modem and searches the Internet and the
Library of Congress... no answer.
Frustrated, he sends e-mails
to all his friends and coworkers but to no avail.
After an
hour, he wakes the Sardarji and hands him $500.
The Sardarji
thanks him and turns back to get some more sleep.
The American,
who is more than a little miffed, stirs the Sardarji and asks, "Well,
what's the answer?"
Without a word, the Sardarji reaches
into his purse,hands the american $5,and goes back to sleep.
Sardarji
Brilliant Sardarji:
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'
Delivered:
Sardar sent a SMS to his pregnant wife. Two seconds
later a report came to his phone and he started dancing.
The report said "DELIVERED
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