Pendu interjected, "Baba knows the time; still, he is looking forward to it."
"I know one thing," Baba replied, "and that is God will make me break my silence. It will not be that speech as we speak now. When I open my mouth, God will be proved, and for that I get assistance from saints and masts.
"To explain it to you, to make you understand, I must speak. I will definitely speak and manifest myself. Godhood will be proved thereafter. I have never said this so openly before, or explained it so clearly."
There were several mango trees in the compound in Dehra Dun. Baba had given orders to the mandali that no one should pluck the mangos from the trees, but if they fell on the ground, they were free to gather them. Among the men, Gustadji and Baidul were the most eager to collect the ripened fruit. They would wait for the mangoes to drop, and immediately run and pick them up. The rivalry between the two went so far that Gustadji would spend most of the night outside, just to prevent Baidul from collecting more than his share.
Dr. Deshmukh had come from Nagpur for a visit and was sleeping in a room in the house. Since it was quite hot at the time, Deshmukh climbed up to the terrace with his bedding roll and slept there, where it was cooler under the stars. One night, because of the heat, there was a sudden shower of rain. Unprotected, Deshmukh quickly rolled up his bedding and, instead of carrying it downstairs, threw it from the terrace. It landed with a crash a few inches from where Gustadji was sitting. Gustadji's entire concentration had been on the falling mangoes, as there was a fine breeze that night, which was loosening much fruit from the trees. When Deshmukh threw down his bedding, Gustadji narrowly escaped having it land on his head. Gustadji was shocked to have such a large object crashing down next to him.
Highly vexed, the next morning he complained to Baba. Coming to know of Baidul and Gustadji's competitive activities, Baba had a good laugh. But from then on, he stopped both from eating the mangoes.
Thereafter, Baba called Prakashwati's son Bhushan and asked, "Would you do as I say?"
Bhushan answered, "Certainly."
"Remove all the mangoes from the trees and, after they ripen, sell them in the market. Keep an accurate account, and I will check it."