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 one year.
Finally, the S ardarji, 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'