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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Banta : Really, what is he studying.
Santa : No, he is not studying. They are studying him.
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