One day a girl proposed to a sardar and sardar denied simply saying that in our family.
WE MARRY ONLY OUR RELATIVES..
MY MOM MARRIED MY DAD,
MY BROTHER MARRIED MY BHABHI ,
MY UNCLE MARRIED MY AUNT AND SO ON.
SO PLEASE EXCUSE ME !!
More Sardar Jokes
Sardar returned to India after his trip from london, he asked his wife "Hey am I looking like a foreigner?"
she said "no"
sardar: "Hey look thorougly and say am I looking like a foreigner?"
Wife: "No for the last time, but why are you asking this?"
Sardar: Yesturday, at the station in london a lady told me "you look like a foriegner"
80,000 Sardarji's meet at the Jalianwala Bagh for a "Sardarjis Are Not Stupid Convention."
Santa Singh, the emcee says, "We are all here today to prove to the World that Sardarjis are not stupid. Can I have a volunteer?"
One Sardarji steps up.
Santha Singh asks him, "What is 15 plus 15?"
After 15 or 20 seconds, he says, "Eighteen."
Obviously, everyone is a little disappointed. Then 80,000 sardarjis Start Cheering, "Give him another chance, give him another chance."
Santha Singh says,"Well, since we've gone to the trouble of getting 80,000 of you here and the world wide press, I guess we can give him another chance." So he says, "What is 5 plus 5?"
After nearly 30seconds, the sardarji eventually says, "Ninety?"
Santha Singh sighs - everyone is crestfallen and the sardarji starts crying.
80,000 sardarjis start yelling, "Give him another chance, give him another chance."
SanthaSingh, unsure whether or not he is doing more harm than damage, eventually says,"Ok! One more chance. What is 2 plus 2?"
The sardarji closes his eyes and after a whole minute eventually says "Four."
Around the stadium 80,000 sardarjis start yelling "Give him another chance, give him another chance."
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 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.
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 Sardar, 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, Iqbal, meets him in a 'Dhaba' (Highway Restaurant) 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, what are you smuggling?'
The Sardaji, sips his Lassi (Curd) and says, 'Bikes'