No one could understand him or have any idea who he really was! No one knew that Taj was the Crown!
Several British ladies were chatting over a Friday afternoon cup of tea at a country club in Nagpur in Central India, when suddenly they saw a naked man strolling across the tennis courts. Outraged by this shocking spectacle and thinking the fellow must be insane, they summoned the police who took him into custody and had him placed in a lunatic asylum.
This "lunatic," however, was wonderfully unique. A crowd would gather outside the walls of the asylum awaiting his blessing! A separate entranceway was erected to the asylum just so people could see him! Why? Was he really mad or were the people who committed him mad? Why would people seek the blessing of a madman? It was the wine — the wine which he alone possessed!
Although the British considered this Muslim mad, they must have been the maniacs, for they did not recognize him. He was Tajuddin Baba, the Perfect Master. This Qutub (pivot of the universe) opened his wineshop in a mental asylum and those who flocked to him during the sixteen years he remained incarcerated there became intoxicated and divinely mad. If this Mohammedan was not mad, why would such a man have had himself locked up? Ordinary people cannot fathom this mystery. He had come for those who were lost in their madness for the world. The years he spent in an asylum were a phase of his inner work.
This Mohammedan youth was not mad. It was the world around him which was mad. Only those who are one with God are truly sane. Tajuddin Baba, the Lord of the mind, was a unique Perfect Master who established his spiritual headquarters in a mental asylum.
On the morning of 27 January 1861, in the town of Kamptee outside of Nagpur, the anxious family of Mariambi received the joyful news that she had given birth to a son at 5:15 A.M. Curiously enough the baby did not cry when it was delivered. "Was the baby born dead?" some wondered. "Do not dare say that," others countered. "This is Mariambi's first born!" The baby boy remained lifeless for some hours. Finally, legend has it, the family decided to touch the baby's temple and forehead with a hot iron to make it open his eyes and cry.