To explain further, Baba spelled out:
I like beauty in everything; but what is beauty? The beauty that never perishes, that is immortal, is real beauty.
Look at the human body. It is full of filth and dirt. The mouth, nose, rectum, urinary tract — what are in all these? Filth! Still, men run after beautiful women. This is not beauty. It is foul lust.
Suppose you love a beautiful woman and her face gets misshapen by acid thrown on it, rendering her ugly. Then what will become of your 'love'?
If your heart is quite clean and your mind is pure, you will remain unaffected, even surrounded by thousands of beautiful women. It will have no effect on you and you will be able to appreciate beauty.
As it is, you do not love beauty but dirt, because you yourselves are unclean. Get rid of your own foulness and then find out what beauty is! Beauty can never be enjoyed without rooting out the dirt.
Ghani, 38, arrived in Nasik for Baba's birthday celebration. On the 16th, in the course talking with him, Baba lamented:
I have never found anyone who comes here and sticks to me through thick and thin. So many say they will, but none does. But they should be made to stick [it out]. If a schoolteacher frightens a pupil on the very first day by caning him and driving him away, then the pupil is not to blame. But here, I maintain every one of you, look to your smallest necessities, and look after you in every way. And still, the response is not hearty.
None cares for me, though I remember and care for all. But it is not easy in the proximity of a Piran-e-Pir [Master of Masters]. You have passed through lakhs of births, so just put up with one more. Look at Pleader and Gustadji. How they have been harassed and beaten, and how they have suffered! And still they have stuck with me.
I have given so many false assurances in the West, which is masterful when you consider the intelligence of the people there. I have work to do in the West and I will do it my own way. It is still just the beginning of linking the East and the West. I will take my Indian mandali there and bring the Western mandali here. In the end, everything will be topsy-turvy, and then I will speak.