sardar- smuggler
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. 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' (Highway Restaurant) 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 (Curd) and
says, 'Bikes.'