was with an old man as he talked his way through

i was at jyoti babu's house today
with an old servant of the government, i had no clue i has headed there,
so when the driver asked where, and a loud deep accented voice barked back, indira bhobon, i was...where!? and i think i jumped a lil when the driver too replied with shock.... jyoti babu'r bari!?!!!!!
at that moment i knew i was in for a ride, a very interesting ride.
this man, 83, full of faith and cane to steady his wobbly stride was on a mission. he was from agartala, tripura. he spoke all the way with a loud muffled silati-bengali-mixed-with-an-awkward-english dialect as i cursed myself for being sober and not having the slowmo option, oh how dearly i missed it. i tried to grab most of what he said. to my knowledge he was verifying with me, the politically correct khisti chitter chatter he hoped to do with mr.B, this mr.B. so in a way i was being asked on what mr.B would eventually get to hear, not good things mind you, most of it was directed criticism to the steady decline of power and the stupidity with which the reds marked themselves with red tape.(most of them went way way way over my head, so i nodded along and gave the voluntary grunt of approval) all the time himself being a red fanatic, staying true to the color from what i gathered, old school. so anyway, this and that we were in front of the house, the cops tried to verify who we were, the man took all the attention. talk about taking charge of a situation, i was at awe as he gave another official's card and with the ease with which he was let in. i accept the manner was wrong, but clearly he has been there, done that, z level security, bah humbug. i heard him apologize for his apparent loud rudeness, as he said, his father too complained and he explained it was the reason why people feared him. i was looking at my newest role model. well not in the way that i would change into a dhooti, but i was like wow. we breached security, there he was taken to an ac outhouse where he'd wait for mr.B to wake from slumber. the security were like who is this guy, and this is the one who apparently recognized him and escorted us in. heh. we weren't allowed to leave the old man there as planned. the name on the card was phoned. they knew who he was. they politely came and said, sir is sleeping, and is sick also, fever since last night.
we left the house with the same poise with which we came, i got off after a while, the last thing i heard was raj bhobon jabo.
i foiled that plan. but i think it was for the better good.
all this with a joint in my pocket.