A typical of sardarji
The month of November, and it was a pleasant Monday
morning of New Delhi. We(four of us) were going in a taxi
near J N stadium, where we saw a march of BSF jawans dressed
in royal costumes. Some were riding on camels, few on
horses, and others were following with a spear in their
hand. It all looked like an army of a king.
Seeing that, one of us dared to ask the taxi driver,
who was sardarji,
"Bhaisahab ye sab kya hai?"
thinking that he would know about the BSF mela. An event
held by BSF, for which those jawans were dressed like that,
and which we came to know about later.
"Ji!, Punjabi mein hum use oont kehate hain !!",
driver replied very drily. Surprised we all, at once
burst into a laughter. He stopped taxi in front of the
Electronics Niketan, we got down, paid him, and walked
towards our destination. We couldn't stop recollecting all,
and laughing over, for whole day during lunch, over a tea,
again on the dinning table. I think, we wonn't stop recol-
lecting it ever.