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 guard takes the bags and rips them apart, he empties them out and finds 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, hefts them onto 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 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,