Delivered:
\r\nSardar sent a SMS to his pregnant wife. Two seconds later a report came to his phone and he started dancing. The report said, "DELIVERED".

Smart Sardarji:
\r\nA Sardarji 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.
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\r\nThe Sardarji, tired, just wants to take a nap, so he politely declines and rolls over to the window to catch a few winks.
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\r\nThe 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 five dollars, and vice versa."
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\r\nAgain, he declines and tries to get some sleep.
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\r\nThe American, now agitated, says, "Okay, if you don\'t know the answer, you pay me $5,and if I don\'t know the answer, I will pay you $500."
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\r\nThis catches the Sardarji\'s attention and, figuring there will be no end to this torment, agrees to the game.
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\r\nThe American asks the first question: "What\'s the distance from the earth to the moon?"
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\r\nThe Sardarji doesn\'t say a word, reaches into his wallet,pulls out a $5.00 bill, and hands it to the American.
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\r\n"Okay," says the American, "your turn".
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\r\nHe asks, "What goes up a hill with three legs and comes down with four legs?"
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\r\nThe American, puzzled, takes out his laptop computer & searches all his preferences........no answer. He taps into the air phone with his modem and searches the Internet and the Library of Congress... no answer.
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\r\nFrustrated, he sends e-mails to all his friends and coworkers but to no avail.
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\r\nAfter an hour, he wakes the Sardarji and hands him $500.
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\r\nThe Sardarji thanks him and turns back to get some more sleep.
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\r\nThe American, who is more than a little miffed, stirs the Sardarji and asks, "Well, what\'s the answer?"
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\r\nWithout a word, the Sardarji reaches into his purse,hands the american $5,and goes back to sleep.

Sardarji Jokes:
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\r\nA sardarji comes up to the Pakistan border on his bike. He\'s got two large bags over his shoulders.
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\r\nThe guard Iqbal stops him and says, \'What\'s in the bags?\' \'Sand,\' answered the Sardarji.
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\r\nIqbal says, \'We\'ll just see about that. Get off the bike.\'
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\r\nIqbal\'s guard takes the bags and rips them apart, he empties them out and finds nothing in them but sand. He detains the sardarji all night and has the sand analyzed, only to discover that there is nothing but pure sand in the bags. Iqbal releases the sardaji, puts the sand into new bags, hefts them onto the sardarji\'s shoulders, and lets him cross the border.
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\r\nA week later, the same thing happens. Iqbal asks, \'What have you got?\' \'Sand,\' says the Sardarji.
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\r\nIqbal does his thorough examination and discovers that the bags contain nothing but sand. He gives the sand back to the Sardar, and crosses the border on his bike. This sequence of events is repeated every day for three years.
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\r\nFinally, the Sardarji doesn\'t show up one day and the guard, Iqbal, meets him in a \'Dhaba\' in Islamabad.
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\r\n\'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?\'
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\r\nThe Sardaji, sips his Lassi and says, \'Bikes\'

Race to the Sun:
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\r\nTwo Sardarjis, both student of I.I.T, Kanpur, were talking about the American Astronauts.
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\r\nOne said to the other, "What\'s the big deal about going to the moon-anybody can go to the moon. We are sardars we will go direct to the sun."
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\r\n"But if we get within 13 million miles from the sun, we\'ll melt."
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\r\nAnd the first answered, "So what, we\'ll go at night."