One of those who came during his Divali vacation was Niranjan Singh of Delhi. Niranjan had an exceptional intellect, and was well respected as the head of the science department at his college. Whenever he came, being a physicist, he would inevitably question Baba about the cosmic creation, or about oneness and manyness, human beings on other planets, evolution and involution: in short, a great variety of probing questions. Baba would always graciously and with good humor give explanations that would satisfy his mind, and each time Niranjan would leave feeling happy and satisfied.
Many of Baba's explanations to Niranjan Singh were written down and included in the book, The Everything and The Nothing.
In 1963, when Niranjan entered mandali hall, Baba signaled Francis to bring a copy of the book for him, because, as Baba observed, "Through his questions, Niranjan was [partly] responsible for creating it."
Francis handed the book to Baba, who remarked to Niranjan, "Look, here it is. This is the result of all your queries."
Niranjan just glanced through the book and put it aside. Baba reacted as if surprised. No shadow of joy or happiness had crossed the scientist's face.
Baba asked, "What is the matter? Aren't you happy with this?"
"Alas," he said, heaving a sigh, "what am I to tell you?"
"What is the matter? What happened? It is your questioning that has brought about this book, and people will read it and be benefited. Some will understand it, some may not, but it will do good for humanity — and all because of your questioning. Aren't you happy about it?"
"Baba, that's a different question."
"What is the other question? What's the matter?"
Niranjan Singh explained, "Even now my heart says that verily you are God in human form. I accept you. But this stupid mind causes me trouble. A terrible thing has happened. After visiting you last, when I went back to the train station from here, I was so happy and charged with total satisfaction. When I sat in the train, all of a sudden, something cropped up in my mind which totally confused me."
"What was it? Tell me."
"What to say, Baba? I don't know. My heart accepts you. But this mind cannot accept. Since then there is no peace. What intrigues me is this: you say that you are Infinite Consciousness, that you are Infinite. Time and again you have hammered this onto our minds. But being a scientist, I cannot understand how Infinity is bottled up in you, in your body, in this finite frame that I see. That is intriguing me. That is the one thing that is bothering me."