The next day, Moorty came wearing a deep red shirt.
Baba commented, "You look more ludicrous than yesterday. You really are a fool!"
The third day, Moorty came dressed in a bright blue shirt, whereupon Baba remarked, "For God's sake, you look worse than before! Haven't you got the least color discrimination?"
This irritated Moorty, and he asked somewhat sharply, "Then what color shirt should I wear?"
Smiling, Baba retorted, "Ah, except for the color you are now displaying, choose any other color. All this talk about your shirts was to bring out the 'color' [anger] you have just shown."
Moorty's leave of absence from work was almost over, but he wished to prolong his stay. Baba advised him to send a telegram for an extension, but Moorty said, "I will never be able to get it, Baba. It was with the greatest difficulty that I managed to get this much time off."
Baba replied, "This reminds me of my childhood. A friend of mine could never pass his exam, but falling at his teacher's feet he would entreat: 'Sir, I will eat your shit but please pass me!' The teacher would then pass him. Similarly, you do likewise, and your superior will surely grant you leave."
Moorty hemmed and hawed over saying such a thing to his boss, so the idea of applying for an extension was dropped and he returned to Calcutta.
On Tuesday, 14 April 1959, Deshmukh broached the subject of a certain young man he had chosen as a husband for his eldest daughter, Sanjeevani, 23.
Baba replied, "I don't like it; he is not suitable."
Earnestly, Deshmukh rejoined, "Baba, the fellow is very good. He is educated and comes from a good family."
Seeing that Deshmukh had already settled things, Baba relented, "If that is the case, proceed with the matter and let the match be made."
Coming out of the hall, Deshmukh told others that Baba had given his approval and wished that his daughter marry the young man.
Overhearing this, Baba called him back and corrected him: "Is it I or you who wishes that Sanjeevani wed this boy? Don't talk like that!
"Want what I want! Instead of wanting what I want, you want me to want what you want. And when you succeed in getting me to agree to what you want, you even tell others that it is what I want. You have not only made me agree to what you have already made up your mind about, but you go tell others: 'Baba wants so-and-so and my daughter to marry.'