> > >> >> >A Pakistani, a Bangladeshi and a Sardarji are sitting at a Pub in >> > >> > Bavaria drinking beer. >> > >> > The Pakistani drinks his beer and suddenly throws his glass in the >> > >> > air,pulls out a gun and shoots the glass to pieces. He says 'In >> > >> > Islamabad our glasses are so cheap that we don't need to drink from the >> > >> > same one >> > >> > twice.' >> > >> > The Bangladeshi [obviously impressed by this] drinks his beer, throws >> > >> > his glass into the air, pulls out his gun and shoots the glass to >> > >> > pieces. He says 'In Dhaka we have so much sand to make glasses that we >> > >> > don't need to drink out of the same glass twice either.' >> > >> > OUR Sardar, cool as a cucumber, picks up his beer and drinks it, throws >> > >> > his glass into the air, pulls out his gun and shoots the Pakistani and >> > >> > Bangladeshi. >> > >> > He says* * >> > >> > 'In India we have so many Pakistanis and Bangladeshis that we don't > need >> > >> > to drink with the same ones twice'. >> > >> > *!!!!!!!!* *Vande Matram !!!!!!!!* * *