Santa Singh moved to Vancouver, Canada and got bored in winter with nothing to do. So he decided to learn something new and different for a winter hobby. Then, he went to the bookstore and bought every book he could find on ice fishing. He studied and was pretty much an expert in the field. Finally Santa Singh decided he knew enough and out he went for his first ice fishing trip. He carefully gathered up and packed all the tools and equipment needed for the excursion. Each piece of equipment had its own special place in his kit.
When Santa Singh got to the ice, he found a quiet little area, placed his padded stool and carefully laid out his tools. Just as he was about to make his first cut into the ice, a booming voice from the sky bellowed, “There are no fish under the ice!”
Startled, the sardar grabbed up all his belongings, moved further along the ice, poured some hot chocolate from his thermos, and started to cut a new hole.
Again the voice from above bellowed – a little louder than before, “There are no fish under the ice!!”
Perplexed, Santa Singh was not quite sure what to do as this certainly was not covered in any of the books, he read. He packed up his gear and moved to the far side of the ice. Once there, he stopped for a few moments to regain his calm. Then he was extremely careful to set everything up perfectly – tools in the right place, chair positioned just so. Just as she was about to cut this new hole, the voice came again – really really loud this time – “There are no fish under the ice!!!”
Petrified, the Sardarji looked skyward and asked, “Is that You, Lord?” The voice boomed back, “NO THIS IS THE MANAGER OF THE SKATING