There were weekly trains leaving Duzdab for Quetta, on Thursday and Sunday. To get the required visas in the few remaining days was improbable, but Baba informed Chanji and Raosaheb of the necessity of a speedy return to India. He demanded that they do whatever they felt was necessary to obtain the documents in time.
While these two were engaged in this assignment, Baba sent Buasaheb into the town in search of a "good boy" who would attend to Baba in his special work. Buasaheb found three boys in Duzdab and brought them before Baba, but Baba glared at him and did not find them suitable for his purpose. However, he fed the boys and gave them new clothes, and then sent them back.
After Baba did this several times, the following heated confrontation ensued between him and Buasaheb:
"Jungli, why do you bring boys like yourself?" Baba asked Buasaheb caustically. "For God's sake, bring me a good one next time!"
"Searching for them is a great headache," Buasaheb answered. "I selected the best youths I could find. What am I to do if you don't approve of any I bring?"
"Animal that you are, you bring only animals! Don't you feel ashamed to show me such beggars?"
Exasperated, Buasaheb burst out, "Now I don't want God or the world! I can't bear this life under you; I am leaving!"
"Wherever you go, I will be there too! Show me the place where I am not! Fool that you are, go and see for yourself; you will discover what I say is true."
"Baba, I am terribly harassed. I cannot bear your taunts and teasing any longer," Buasaheb pleaded.
Baba then replied, "I get angry because of you; your ways cause me anger. How could I be angry without reason? Now that I am angry, you should try to pacify me. But no, you people get upset by the smallest things, so I have to console you — and that makes me angry again. Your duty is to serve me; but on the contrary, it is I who serve you! What is the purpose in staying with me like this?"
Baba then explained, "My work is to wound and kill you gradually, but what am I to do when the wound makes you fret and fume? Should I stop wounding you? I try to appease you; I give you explanations. I give you courage. I have to wound you, so I want you to be brave enough to bear it. But you remain impervious to my mercy."