understanding. At least, it takes about forty years of practice to get such an understanding. Baba emphasizes that Love in man is the very existence of God. This really is not possible for everybody to understand. As Baba said, "God is Love, and Love must Love."
It was in 1962 that Baba had given permission to all those who wanted to come for darshan to go to him . . . to Guruprasad in Poona. With my two brothers and some others we started out for Poona, after a few days in Bombay. Four days before Baba's darshan began, Baba accepted us, he told us that we could only see him during the four days that he had designated for the meeting.
All those four days before the meeting it was raining very heavily, and we were thinking that we had paid all this money to come from Iran and if it continued to rain we wouldn't be able to come and see Baba in this open garden and to have Baba's darshan. But it so happened on the day that Baba had designated for the beginning of the meeting, the clouds went away, and the sun started to shine. After the rain, it was so fresh and so beautiful, that it looked as if we were in heaven, and all the leaves were washed and all the flowers were out.
When Baba had asked for people to come that very hour, all the people gathered from all over. That day it also rained for one hour. Those who had love even enjoyed this hour of rain, but those of us who didn't have that much love, took shelter somewhere. After an hour of rain, the clouds went away, and it was a clear day. The four days of darshan were very beautiful, and clear, and everyone enjoyed it tremendously.
I noticed that Baba was very loving and very kind to one of the Hindus. And I was thinking to myself, "Here we are Zoroastrians, and Baba is Zoroastrian. We've come all this way from Iran to here. Why doesn't Baba express the same love to us, and why is it that this Hindu is getting all the attention?" It would make me jealous.
It so happened that I was sitting on a chair next to my uncle's wife. She got up to go to the bathroom. So I placed my purse over that chair so that nobody else should take it, because all the seats were designated. But at that time, a lady who had been at our hotel entered the gathering. Since we had become acquainted with her, I took the purse from that chair, and she came and sat there. In a little while, the wife of my uncle arrived. I was wondering what I should do, because she was an elderly lady, and on the other hand I couldn't ask this other lady to get up, so I got up myself and asked my uncle's wife to sit. And I started to go towards the back of the hall, to find a place.
But I heard a very, very beautiful song being sung by someone. it was SO beautiful that I don't think I've heard anything that beautiful, and I REALLY liked that song. So I went to see who it might be who could sing so well; and lo and behold! It was the same Hindu man whom I was jealous about and to whom Baba was paying so much attention and love. So I thought to myself how powerful and knowing Baba is, that, knowing what was going on within my heart, he brought about this circumstance so that this bitterness and jealousy might leave my heart, and I might know why Baba was paying so much attention to him.
Again in 1965, there was permission for public darshan, and we went to see Baba. When we entered Baba's presence, we noticed that there were some Westerners ― Americans sitting around Baba. And in introducing us to Baba, Ali Akbar started to tell Baba how wonderfully we were working for Baba: how Khodadad was spreading Baba's message to people with his taxi cab, and how Khodayan was doing a lot of Baba work. At that time Baba started to smile, and I felt that Baba was telling the others that Ali Akbar was saying all these good things about us to Baba since we were his countrymen and Baba was making a joke of it. And it was truly such, because we weren't really worthy of what Ali Akbar was saying, and all his praises.