Bhau, besides attending to Baba, was still looking after the "needs" of Krishnaji, who treated him like a common servant. Krishnaji occupied a room in Jal Villa, and when Baba ordered the bungalow vacated, Krishnaji ordered Bhau to carry his luggage to Rosewood. Bhau rolled up Krishnaji's bedding, put it on his head and carried Krishnaji's trunk in his hands. Walking to Rosewood, Krishnaji led the way, swinging a walking stick, and Bhau followed him like a coolie.
Nilu saw them and asked Bhau whose luggage it was. Bhau replied that it was Krishnaji's. Nilu became furious and asked, "Are you his servant?"
"Baba has ordered me to do this work," Bhau replied.
Nilu was extremely upset and went straight to Grafton, where he complained before Baba.
Bhau was sent for, and Baba asked him, "Why did you carry Krishnaji's luggage on your head?"
Bhau was startled by the question and said, "It was your order, Baba!"
"Yes, it was my order but you have no sense! As long as a flower is fresh, its fragrance lingers and it is to be cherished — but when it dries up, it is thrown away! I gave Krishnaji the chance to remain like a fresh flower, but he could not. Now he is dried up, so throw him out! I will again give him another chance, and if he benefits by my love, he will be fortunate."
Much relieved, Bhau returned to Rosewood, and within minutes Krishnaji began browbeating him as to why he had not yet unrolled his bedding. "Look after it yourself!" Bhau retorted. "I have no time to attend to you."
Krishnaji reported this to Baba, who explained, "Where is the time for Bhau? He works from morning until night. Have pity on him."
Krishnaji kept quiet.
Two days later, Baba ordered Krishnaji to get a haircut and shave, and he had to do it.
In Satara, Baba had asked Bhau to grow a (Fu Manchu) Chinese-style mustache, which he had done. Several times, when he went to the post office, people would look at him and laugh. Once someone asked. "Why are you growing this type of mustache? It looks uncouth."
Bhau replied, "I am going to China and I am trying to follow their ways and customs so that I may be accepted as one of them."
"But you don't look Chinese!" the man argued. "What are you going to do about that?"