In Poona during 1922, while at the thatched hut along Fergusson Road, Abdulla had sought Baba's advice when he faced a court case against him. At that time, Baba foretold that he would win his property back and be awarded Rs.80,000. After nine years this prediction came true, and in their deep gratitude, Amina and Abdulla spent lavishly to celebrate Baba's birthday. They had a beautiful robe made for Baba and placed a net of flowers over his body to adorn him.
Baba looked glorious in his kingly robe; however, the rejoicing was disturbed when harsh words broke out between Gulmai and Memo. Gulmai had garlanded Baba first, which irked Memo as she wished to be the one to have this honor. Baba himself intervened and soon pacified both of "his mothers."
Such conflicts were the marvel of Meher Baba's internal work and they were always present amongst his close ones. The Master would actually encourage some persons to be hostile toward others, creating bitter feelings and often giving rise to loud and lengthy arguments. There was usually a contentious atmosphere between different parties, especially among the mandali, but such bitter disputes, quarrels and strife occurred for a different purpose. They were helpful to the mandali in teaching them to be tolerant, shattering their egos and keeping them bowed to the Beloved's feet as he took them along the path to Truth. Living with the Master was never easy, and each of the close mandali experienced what "living while dying" meant. Being under the direct guidance of a Master is a living death to the false self. No pen can do justice to the type of life these souls of Meher Baba's circle underwent; it can only be experienced.
Amina Jaffer had ordered an enormous feast and Baba served the food to all. Chanji got the most precious "prasad" from Baba that day.
While serving the meal, Baba asked him through hand gestures, "Do you want more?"
Chanji did not speak, but replied back with gestures. At Baba's asking again, Chanji simply nodded. Annoyed by this, Baba flung his alphabet board at Chanji, striking him on the throat. Chanji gasped, then cried out that he was hurt.
Baba motioned, "Do you want more of my prasad?"
Chanji humbly replied, "You are the Master and you have all authority over me. I am at your feet and you may do as you like."