Sardar Banta Singh is waiting for a DTC bus on a
 New Delhi bus stop, he is musing over something
 that has bothered him for quite a while ... why
 does everyone make fun of us Sardars. It is so
 unfair. He stops a Taxi Driver Surdar and asks
 him the same Question, the two of them then stop
 an Auto Rickshaw Surd. The Question spreads like
 wild fire. In a Day ... Surds all over India
 want to know why does everyone make fun of us
 Sardars. They think over it and think over it,
 but no one can come up with a reasonable answer.
 A meeting is convened at the Jawaharlal Nehru
 Stadium where all the Intelligent Surds are
 invited. After an day long debate no concrete
 answer. Then they decide to send Banta Singh to
 London to look for the right answer. Banta leaves
 the Next Day. On arriving at Heathrow, Banta
 wastes no time in his search. He asks the first
 Gora He sees. why does everyone make fun of us
 Sardars.The Gora says to Banta. "Look it's very
 Simple, if you can answer a simple question I ask
 you you'll prove to me that this whole thing is
 just propaganda against your people by a jealous
 faction, but if you cant! Then you guys deserve
 to be a laughing stock of everyone." Banta feels
 his skin tingle as he says ..."Okay What is
 Question" "There are Three People in My family"
 the foreigner Explains, "The first is my Lovely
 Daughter Mary Anne, The Second is my Beautiful
 wife Sylvia. Who is that Third Person in My
 Family"? Banta Spews out these Answers as the
 Gora Keeps shaking his head.... ... "May be your
 dad" ... "or else may be your mom" ... "Maybe
 you have a Dog" ... "May be you have a cat" ...
 "Aunt" ... "Uncle" "Grand father" "Give up"!
 asks the foreigner. Banta Nods his head in
 defeat. "Mr. Singh, I am the third person in my
 Family. Now go back to India and give this
 knowledge to your people. If they can't answer
 this simple question. Tell them they are getting
 what they deserve" Two days later, Banta is at
 Center Stage (JNS) with mike in hand. He repeats
 the same question. "There are three people in my
 house. One is my daughter, the other my wife.
 Who is the third one ? Banta Smiles as his fellow
 Sardars try to answer this brain Teaser... "May
 be your mother" ... "Maybe you have a Dog" ...
 "Aunty" ... "May be your dad" ... "etc" ...
 "etc" 80,000 Sardars cant answer a simple
 question, it's time I tell them Banta Thinks. He
 raises his hand, the Sardars are quiet. "Give up"
 He asks "Give up" the Entire Stadium Replies.
 "The third one is " Banta screams into the
 microphone "that foreigner" as he points towards
 London.