In Kamptee, Tajuddin's grandmother was also soon convinced her grandson had gone mad. Seriously disturbed by his condition, the old woman sought every type of medical treatment available. But the treatments proved to have no effect, and Tajuddin's peculiar condition did not alter. Soon afterward, his grandmother died and Tajuddin was left alone.
No one knew how alone Tajuddin really was. It is virtually impossible to withdraw within oneself and be "alone," severing all karmic attachments and ordinary associations. The aim of life is to be truly alone as God Himself. Tajuddin had achieved this goal, despite his outward behavior; he was God-conscious and oblivious of his external environment.
Left alone in his grandmother's house, Tajuddin's relatives abandoned him, despising him as an incurable lunatic. For four years, Taj lived a tortured and anguished existence in Kamptee, prey to the contempt and bad behavior of his fellow townspeople. But Tajuddin's agony did not have its source in the miseries of the world; his agony was in regaining normal consciousness. Although living in desolation, Tajuddin was in the state of majzoobiyat ; and a majzoob, though drowned in the infinite existence of God, is a Master of all bliss! Suffering cannot affect a majzoob, because he has no human consciousness.
To become a Perfect Master and help others, such a God-realized person must be brought down from the God state and regain normal consciousness of first the mental, and then the subtle and gross worlds. In this coming down there is nothing but suffering, and this was Tajuddin's real state.
However, during these four years, Tajuddin appeared more raving mad. At last, pitying his nephew's condition, his maternal uncle, Abdur Rehman, took the young man to his home in the town of Chanda, where he was working. There too Tajuddin was medically treated, but his condition did not appear to improve. Convinced his case was incurable, Uncle Abdur sent Taj back to Kamptee and left him to his fate. Back in Kamptee, Tajuddin suffered terribly both physically and mentally, and became the mocked village fool. No one except Daood Chisti understood that he was suffering in order to regain his human consciousness — to come back into creation-consciousness so that the suffering of all humanity could be lessened.
To escape the streets of Kamptee, Tajuddin spent most of his time wandering the surrounding hills. Each time when he reentered the city, people took a deeper notice of him and gradually became aware that he was not mad in the ordinary sense.