I am the Station Master!

This happened in the last decades of the nightneenth century erstwhile British Empire India.
An English Gentleman got down at CawaGunj Railway Station, Northern Province and bumped into a Dhoti Turban claden Babuji.
'Good Marninge Ji Saar' greeted the Babuji.
The conversation proceeded this way.
'No its Good Evening. How's everything?'
'Teek good hai ji Huzoor'. Said the Babuji.
'Who is the Station Master here?' Asked the Englishman.
'I IZZ the station master' responded the Babuji proudly touching his turban.
'Are you the Station Master?' Asked the Englishman raising his voice pointing at the Babuji.
'Yes Ji Huzoor, I ARE the Station Master'
Replied the Babuji vehemently, blowing his chest by 6 inches.
'Am I the Station Master??' Thundered the Englishman pointing his own Chest.
'No Ji You AM Not the station Master I AM the station Master!!!'
Crestfallen Englishman ran away to England 😊😊.

An old English Teacher's joke retold.
                Srinivasa Raghu.