A Sardar and an American are seated next to each other on a flight from Los Angeles to New York. The American asks if he would like to play a fun-game.

The Sardar, tired, just wants to take a nap, so he politely declines and rolls over to the window to catch a few winks.
The American persists and explains that the game is easy and a lot of fun.
He says, “I ask you a question, and if you don’t know the answer, you pay me $5, and vice versa.”
Again, the Sardar declines and tries to get some sleep.
The American, now worked up, says, “Okay, if you don’t know the answer, you pay me $5, and if I don’t know the answer, I’ll pay you $500.”
This gets the sardar’s attention and, figuring there will be no end to this! torment, agrees to the game.
The American asks the first question, “What’s the distance from the earth to the moon?”
The Sardar doesn’t say a word, reaches into his wallet, pulls out a $5 bill and hands it to the American.
“Okay,” says the American, “Your turn.”
So the Sardar asks, “What goes up a hill with three legs and comes down with four legs?”
The American thinks about it. No answer. Puzzled, he takes out his laptop computer and searches all his references. No answer!
He taps into the air-phone with his modem and searches the Internet and the Library of Congress. No answer.
Frustrated, he sends e-mails to all his friends and co-workers.
Checks the input. All to no avail!
Finally, a long time later, he wakes the Sardar and hands him $500.
The Sardar thanks him and turns back to get his sleep.
The American, more than a little miffed, stirs the Sardar and asks,
what’s the answer?”
Without a word, the Sardar reaches into his purse, hands the American $5, and
goes back to sleep!
While travelling a sardar was carrying a binocular with him.
But he never seemed to use it while looking outside the window.
A co-passenger who was travelling with him asked why he was carrying binoculars.
The sardar simply said …
“I am on my way to see a distant relative.”
Once, two Sardars were feeling bored and decided to play a few games
of chess to pass the time.
They were doing this for some time, when two more sardar friends
dropped by. Seeing them play chess, they said -
“Come on guys, we are feeling bored too. Let us play doubles!”
Our Sardar, one day is at the railway station. He asks one man “When will Rajdhani Express go from here”?Man Replies 12.30. “When will Punjab Express go from here”?Man Replies 10.30. “When will Deccan Queen go from here”?Man Replies 12.30. Thus the sardar goes on asking for all the trains. Now the man gets fed up and asks whether he wants to go to punjab by train or not.Sardar replies, “NO. I only want to cross the tracks!”
Once a Sardarji went to the city of Mumbai for the first time to meet his father. His father had asked him to keep walking in the direction of the sunrise until he eventually reached hishouse. Since, the Sardarji was new to the city he decided to ask a passerby the direction in which the sun rose in Mumbai - east, west, north or south?The passerby who was also a Sardarji thought for some time and then said, “Main bhi is sheher mein naya aaya hoon!” ( I am also new in this city!)
Sardarji bought a brand new Maruti and decided to drive down from
Amritsar, where he lived, to Jalandar to meet his friend. He reached there
in a few hours. After spending a few days there, he decided to return, and
called up his mother to expect him in the evening. But he didn’t reach in
the evening and not the next day either. When he finally reached home on
the third day, his distraught mother ran and asked him ” Arre Puttar, ki
hoya?” (What Happened, My Son?) The Sardarji got out, obviously very tired from a long journey, and said,
“Oy, ye Marutti wale pagal hain, agge jaane waaste chaar gear banaate
hain, aur pichche jaane waaste sirf ik?” (These Maruti Car people are crazy!
They have four gears for going forward, but only one for going back!)

Hello Mr. Obama,” a heavily accented voice says.
“This is Santa Singh down in Chandigadh, Punjab. I am
ringing to inform you that I am officially declaring war on

“Well, Santa Singh,” Obama replies, “This indeed is important
news! Tell me, how big is your army?”

“At this moment in time,” says Santa Singh after a moments
calculation, “There is myself, my cousin Banta Singh, my
next door neighbour Gurjinder and the entire Kabbadi team
from the Village. That makes 8!”

Obama sighs and says, “I must tell you Santa Singh that I
have 1million men in my army waiting to move on my word.”

“OK,” says Santa Singh. “I’ll have to ring you back!”

Sure enough, the next day Santa Singh calls back. “Right Mr.
Obama, the war is still on! We have managed to acquire
some equipment!”

“What equipment would that be, Santa Singh?” Obama asks.
“Well, we have 2 combine harvesters, a bulldozer and Gill’s
tractor from the farm.” Once more Obama sighs and says, “I
must tell you Santa Singh that I have 50,000 tanks, 2000
mine layers,10,000 armored cars and my army has increased to
1 and a half million since we last spoke.” “I’ll be dogged!”
says Santa Singh. “I’ll have to ring you back!”
Sure enough, Santa Singh calls again the next day.”Right Mr.
Obama, the war is still on! We have managed to get
ourselves airborne! We’ve gotten out old Govind’s crop
sprayer with a couple of rifles in the cockpit and the
Hockey team has joined us as well!”


Once more Obama sighs and says “I must tell you Santa Singh
that I have 4000 bombers and 8000 high maneuverability
attack planes and my military installations are surrounded
by laser guided surface to air missiles and since we last
spoke, my army has increased to 2 million.”

“Oh cripes,” says Santa Singh. “I’ll have to ring you back.”
Santa Singh calls again the next day. “Right Mr. Obama, I
am sorry to tell you that we have had to call off the war.”
“I’m very happy to hear that,” says Obama. “Why the sudden
change of heart?”
“Well,” says Santa Singh, “We’ve all had a chat and to be
sure, there’s no way we can cope with 2 million prisoners of war.”