Aloba told the truth, and Baba was furious.
"Have you no thought about my instructions?" he fumed. "My lovers thirst for my darshan, and still I do not see them. And here, instead of helping me in my work, you are proving a hindrance!"
Baba ordered Nana to spit in Aloba's face, which he did. Both were told to leave.
After some time, Baba called Aloba back again, and forgiving him warned, "Never do it again! Always be attentive to my pleasure; don't bother about the pleasure of others!"
Another episode likewise illustrates how seriously Baba wished his orders enforced that year. One day a swami came for darshan. Aloba, Nana and Eruch prevailed upon him to give up the idea of meeting Baba and leave, but he would not budge. In fact, he demanded, "So long as I do not have Meher Baba's darshan, I will not leave!"
Eruch tried to explain to him at length, but the swami was obstinate. It was time for Baba to go to the hall, so after allowing him to meditate there for some time, Eruch, Aloba and Nana had to bodily lift the swami up and carry him outside the gate and lock him out.
Later, at the beginning of May, Pukar and a group from Hamirpur also came and insisted on darshan, but they too were refused admittance and instead were persuaded to go to Ahmednagar to meet Adi.
At Meherazad, Baba had instructed Bhau to translate Don's book The Wayfarers into Hindi, but as he had little or no time to do it there, once they arrived at Guruprasad he began this work. Baba did not wish him to translate the book literally, as he felt it was too matter-of-fact an account, but he wanted a complete written account filled in with more details, of his mast work. After discussing it with the mandali, however, it was decided to translate the book as it was and then to write a supplement of Baba's contacts with masts and the poor after 1948, updating the book to the last mast contacts during the 1950s and 1960s.
One day in April 1968, at 3:00 P.M. Bhau went to Baba's room as usual to keep watch near him until 8:00 P.M. Baba's room was suffocatingly hot. Stepping into it was like walking into an oven or sauna. Every ventilator, window and door was tightly shut, as Baba had instructed. Baba sat on his bed in his underwear; his chest was bare, perspiration dripping from his forehead and arms.