Once when I was in seclusion on a hilltop in Kashmir, Gustadji and Chanji served as watchmen. Chanji was equipped with a penknife, and Gustadji with his silence! A small lantern placed on an empty kerosene oil tin served to break the pitch darkness. Tigers abound in that place. One night Chanji happened to doze off and his leg kicked the kerosene drum. The lamp and drum fell down with a big bang. Both were frightened to death, thinking that a tiger was about to pounce on them!
These two reminded me of the time when I was Krishna. I had four companions then — one was a stutterer, the second was lame, the third squint-eyed, and the fourth was deaf.
At 3:30 P.M., arti was sung and the gathering departed. Was Deo Kain had been present at Guruprasad for several days. About his time spent in the Beloved's company, he once related:
However worried one might be, however ruffled the mind might be, when we went to Baba we found a peace permeating the entire atmosphere. And when Baba said, "Don't worry, be happy," it seemed that he had taken away all the worries from us and in their place instilled confidence, happiness and contentment. In this world of materialism, what we need most is peace of mind. And this is what we got when we approached Baba. Nowhere else could we find that source of real happiness, of real peace, of real bliss.
What surprised us the most at times was the wonderful memory Baba had about the names of our different relations, of various incidents in our life. He would talk to us about them and inquire about their health and happiness. Not only ours, but of so many other people who came in his contact.
The next morning, Sunday, 9 June 1963, Baba was in the assembly hall at 7:30 A.M. After giving darshan to those who had come, including Dharmarao from Andhra, a musician played the sitar. Baba liked the music very much. Mohan-Saigal sang ghazals, of few of which Baba explained:
The lover tells the Beloved: "While passing by, if you would just cast a glance at me, my destiny would be changed."
The lover whose heart has stopped with the pangs of separation tells his Beloved: "O my merciful Beloved! You have come too late!"
[The poet says]: "Don't look with revulsion on one gone mad in his love of God. It is his love that makes his Beloved appear in all his glory."
The lover tells the Beloved: "I have been hearing for ages that you are very glorious, but my eyes have not yet seen your glory. So my complaint is not with my ears, but with my eyes."
The lover complains to the Beloved: "There is only one defect in your heart, and that is that you are indifferent to my love!"
The lover says: "If it were in my fortune to become one with you, it would be unfortunate, for then I would merge in you and would no more have the sweetness of pain in longing for you!"
The lover in his agony cries out: "If your arrow of love would have pierced my heart through and through, it would have relieved me of my suffering."
The lover says: "To die once is easy. But I die and live for you every moment! At last my heart became so restless that my Beloved had to respond."