A sindhi 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 sindhi.
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 sindhi all
night and has the sand analyzed, only to
discover that there is nothing but pure sand
in the bags. Iqbal releases the sindhi, puts
the sand into new bags, hefts them onto the
sindhis shoulders, and lets him cross the
border.
A week later, the same thing happens. Iqbal
asks, ‘What have you got?’ ‘Sand,’ says the
sindhi.
Iqbal does his thorough examination and
discovers that the bags contain nothing but
sand. He gives the sand back to the sindhi,
and crosses the border on his bike. This
sequence of events is repeated every day for
three years.
Finally, the sindhi doesn’t show up one day
and the guard, Iqbal, 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. It will just
be between you and me, can you let me
know what are you smuggling?’
The sindhi, sips his Lassi and says, “Bikes" :D