"It is impossible for you to want what I want as it is impossible for you to love me as I ought to be loved. But at least do not always be wanting to make me want what you want. Hold on to me and try to obey me implicitly and fully in all I ask."
Those close to Baba would usually spend their afternoons in Guruprasad. One day Pankhraj came from Jabalpur for Baba's darshan. He had used a fragrant hair oil, the scent of which pervaded the entire hall.
When Baba embraced him, he made a sour face and asked, "What brand of hair oil do you use? You hair is giving out a foul odor."
Pankhraj said, "This oil is quite good, Baba."
"Good? Just go and ask everyone to smell it. Their opinion will settle the issue."
Pankhraj went around the room, bending his head to all. On a sign and a wink from Baba, all with one voice said, "It smells awful!" Ramjoo took one whiff and pretended he was about to vomit.
Pankhraj remained quiet, and Baba asked, "Now do you believe me that the oil smells bad?"
Pankhraj said, "Since you say so, I have to believe it. I was mistaken not to believe it before." Baba was pleased by this.
A similar incident once took place with Aloba. Aloba was called from Meherazad, and one day Baba asked him to wash his glass.
When he went near the table to take the glass, Baba made a sour face and remarked, "My God, what a smell! Don't you ever take a bath? You stink! What a dirty man you are."
He asked Ramjoo to smell Aloba, and Ramjoo replied, "Baba, I feel like vomiting! Even for a minute, I cannot stand to be near anyone who smells as bad as he does." (Some new persons who were also in the hall took the incident seriously and thought Aloba really smelled.)
Baba then asked Bhau, "Does your sweat smell?"
"Yes, Baba, it does."
Baba motioned to Ramjoo to smell him and judiciously he reported, "The smell is there — but less than Aloba."