Baba, accompanied by Baidul, Ghani and Gustadji, left Lahore for mast work in Chorkat on Thursday, 15 July 1943. After making the contact, when they were on their way to the railway station, Ghani and Gustadji were so exhausted that Baba had to hire a donkey to carry them. Baba and Baidul proceeded ahead to the train station. Both Ghani and Gustadji were so overcome by fatigue that they fell off the donkey and were late in arriving. The train was about to leave, but the stationmaster delayed its departure on Baidul's request. Finally, both arrived in quite miserable condition.
From there, they proceeded to Kul Mokal. Leaving their luggage in a Punjabi hotel, they went to look for masts. Baba contacted the mast Saiyid Ahmad Shah , a four-foot tall, thin old man who was naked except for a sheet he carried. The old mast was most revered in the area and had an ashram with several disciples.
After finishing his mast work, Baba returned to the hotel at midnight. The honest and sincere Sikh proprietor had stayed awake, awaiting Baba's arrival, and had dinner ready. He refused to accept payment but, on Baba's insistence, was forced to take it. The man did not know Baba, but was highly impressed by Baba's expressive features and took him to be a great soul.
On the 16th, in Kanganpur, at the very sight of Baba, a mast named Saiyid Rehmatullah began dancing in ecstasy and welcomed Baba with joy, "Come in, come in; I was waiting for your arrival and am ready for you." He then conducted Baba to a graveyard a mile away where he had made his abode, and Baba sat with him alone. This high mast presented Baba with an old sack with a piece of iron and wood in it, which he said he had saved for this occasion for many years and which Baba lovingly accepted.
If any mast gave anything to him, no matter how strange, Baba would be most careful to keep it safe in a special trunk, which was later stored at Meherabad. Were anyone to see what was inside this trunk, he would find it full of pieces of stone, broken glass, bits of iron, wood and tattered clothing. But to Baba, these odd things were an invaluable treasure from his beloved masts.
In Lahore, Baba communed with a young naked mast he had named Bap Dikrawali Mast , meaning the Father and Son Mast. The young mast was cared for by his father, who claimed to be "his son's disciple." The father himself resembled a mast, though he was not. Baba seemed pleased with the contact.