One Sardar was going to Chandigarh from pune by a air-india plane.He was alloted the middle seat of one of the 3-seats array.
But as soon as the Sardarji got into the plane, he sat on the window side seat which was actually for an old lady.
After some time the old lady came and requested the Sardarji to leave the side seat.
But the Sardaji told, “I want to see the view from the window and shall not leave”.
The old lady then complained to the air hostess .The air hostess requested the Sardarji to leave that seat but Sardarji did not leave.
Then the air hostess went and told the asst. captain. He also came and requested, but in vain.
Finally the Captain came. He whispered something in the ears of the Sardarji and the Sardarji immedietly left the side seat and returned to the middle seat.
Astonished, the airhostess and the asst. captain asked the captain afterwards what he told to the Sardarji?
Captain told, “nothing… Ijust told him that only the middle seats will go to Chandigarh and all others will go to Jalandhar.”
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Sardar returns book to
library,
bangs it on table & says –
What a shit ?
Sardar : “I read the
whole book, too many character, no story at all” ?
Librarian : So, you are the one who took the
Telephone Directory…
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A sardar wanted to sell his old battered
Maruti car which had done more than
100,000 kms.
Since no body was inclined to buy it, he approached his
friend to help him
dispose it off.
The friend advised him to have the
mileage meter
reading reduced to around
30,000 miles so that he could tell the prospective
customer that it has been used sparingly. The sardar liked the idea.
A few weeks later the
same friend met him and enquired whether he was able to
dispose off his car.
The sardar replied, “Are you mad? Who sells a car which has done only
30,000 miles.
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Santa reported for his
university final examination, which consists of “
Yes/No” type questions. He takes his seat in the
examination hall, stares at the
question paper for
five minutes, and then in a fit of inspiration takes his purse out,
removes a coin and
starts tossing it, marking the
answer sheet yes for heads and
no for tails.
Within half an hour
he is all done whereas the
rest of the class is
sweating it out. During the
last few minutes, he is seen desperately
flipping the coin, muttering and
sweating.
The moderator, alarmed, approaches his and asks
what is going on?
Santa replies, “
I’m rechecking my answers and I don’t think I did very good.”
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Santa : I am a proud man, my son is in
medical college.
Banta : Really, what is he studying.
Santa : No, he is not studying. They are studying him.