Him, interspersed with much wisdom and humor. He explained among many other things, in clear and forcible English, Baba's Declaration. Clarification, and final Decision, familiar to all Baba followers. The proud owner of a motor car, it was his life's ambition to drive Baba in it; and when Baba visited his home near Dehra Dun, Kishan was much disappointed when Baba went in another car. Baba, however, ever considerate of all and the "slave of His lovers," as He says, finally said they would all be killed, but agreed to go! As, however, Kishan's driving was considered a menace to all, it was decided that a man should run by the side of the car to take over the wheel when necessary, to the astonishment of the onlookers who, from my own experience are not easily surprised. For example, on the day Meherji and I came from Bombay on the 16th of March, which is an Indian festival called "Holi," spent in rejoicing. Bands of Indians color their clothes, paint their faces and greet all with good humor. While approaching Poona, a number of them, in high spirits and with much friendliness, stopped the car and greeted us. One put his hand over my face and I guess some color had gone on it. While walking about Poona Station, waiting for Meherji, who was booking seats for the ladies, my appearance excited no interest: but on looking at myself in a mirror at Meherji's house, I discovered that the whole of my face was painted vermillion and blue, to the huge joy of all, including myself as the paint came off with ease with a little water.
Gustadji, who has kept silence for the past 30 years along with his Master, radiates happiness and peace. Despite the absence of any teeth, his face is round and youthful, and he can eat anything! His presence is a blessing, and when later in the week, I drove my own car, he was to sit beside me, and I asked if he would show me the way. In his own ingenious alphabet, made with the fingers, he replied: "As soon as I am God-realized, I will show you the way!"
The drive to Sakori took nearly two hours, but the time passed so quickly with such good company that I hardly noticed the route, and we suddenly found ourselves in the village itself, just outside the Ashram of Upasni Maharaj, one of the five Sadgurus or Perfect Masters who helped unveil Baba as the Avatar. When Upasni dropped the physical body in 1942, Godavri Mai, the chosen woman disciple, took charge of the Ashram and the training of the Ashram kanyas or virgin girl renunciates for the spiritual