After instructing Bhau, Baba returned to his bungalow. Going to his room, Bhau began his correspondence work. After a short while, Baba came back from his bungalow and went straight to the mast's room. Bhau followed and was taken aback by the scene. The mast had moved his bowels, excreting in the bed, and it was filthy. Baba looked at Bhau but did not say anything. Instead, he himself cleaned the bed and the mast, and Bhau felt ashamed for not being more attentive.
From that day onward, Bhau dedicated himself to the care of the mast, but daily Baba would find some fault with him. The mast would pass stools four or five times a day, and each time Bhau had to clean him and wash his clothes and sheets. Baba would come abruptly to the mast's room, at any time, and would always take Bhau to task for some minor fault.
When Bhau would bring the mast his food, the mast would tell him, "You eat it, you eat it!" It took Bhau a long time to feed the mast; only with great difficulty would he be prevailed upon to eat something.
One day the mast was clean and everything in the room was absolutely spotless. Bhau thought Baba would be pleased at last. But no sooner had Baba come than the mast urinated in the bed, and Baba reproved Bhau.
Usually, the mast had a peaceful temperament, but one night he slapped Bhau soundly. Bhau was convinced the mast must be truly mad.
The next day, Baba asked Bhau, "Speak the truth; what do you think of Nanga Baba?"
Bhau replied, "I have no idea about masts, but this one seems to be quite mad."
"How did you pass your M.A. degree?" Baba asked. "Did you have to bribe someone? You have no sense at all. You say he is mad, but I tell you he is a mast, an advanced soul. He is not mad; you are mad!"