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 guards take the bags and rips them apart; empty them out and


find nothing in them but sand.


He detains the Sardarji overnight and has the sand analyzed, only to


discover that there is nothing but pure sand in the bags. Iqbal


releases the Sardarji, puts the sand into new bags, heaves them on to


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 Sardarji, 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 and one day and the guard 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 Sardarji, sips his Lassi and says, 'bikes'