My Name is not Balvinder My Name is Banta Singh
The world's most avid cricket fan, a sardar, had arrived
early at the stadium for the first one day international only to
realize that he had left his ticket at home. Not wanting to miss any
of the match, he went to the ticket booth and got in a long line for
another seat. After an hour's wait he was just a few feet from the
booth when a voice called out, "Hey, Balwinder!" He looked up, stepped
out of line and tried to find the owner of the voice-with no success.
Then he realized he had lost his place in the line, and had to go
back to the end of the line and wait all over again. After he had
purchased his ticket, he was thirsty, so he went to buy a coke. The
line at the concession stand was also very long. But since the game
hadn't started he decided to wait. Just as he got to the window, a
voice called out, "Hey, Balwinder!" Again he tried to find the voice
and got out of line as he wandered looking for the owner of the voice.
But no luck. He was very upset as he got back in line for his coke.
Finally he had his coke and took his seat eager for the game to
begin. As he waited for the game to start, he heard the voice calling,
"Hey, Balwinder!" once more. Furious, Banta Singh stood up and yelled,
"My name isn't Balwinder!"