There was Sardar Amar Singh, who claimed to have been the chauffeur of Lord Mountbatten during the days of the British. He carried a letter of recommendation from Mountbatten, which he would show with pride to Shri Nathji. It was about his cautious driving. He would drive his taxi slowly when Shri Nathji was in it and say:
This is the speed with which I drove Lord Mountbatten!
Amar Singh was a poor man, but he had one desire in his mind–to build a house of his own in the village. He asked for Shri Nathji’s blessings and took a photograph of Shri Nathji with him.
Several months later there was a powerful pounding on Shri Nathji’s door at Delhi.
Tell him, his son has come to meet him! said a voice surely a father won’t refuse to see his son! It was Amar Singh, arguing with the attendant outside.
You are my Sachche Badshaah! My real Lord and Master, he said to Shri Nathji, once he was inside, my house is constructed. It has six large rooms. It is the finest in the village. I have placed your photograph in the house, above that of my own father! It was all due to your Kirpa–Grace!
There was a time when Amar Singh was involved in a serious car accident on a hill road. His car was crumpled out of shape but he escaped with a minor injury to his arm.
Maharajji had set foot in my car, his blessings were inside it, how could I have been killed? he used to say.
The taxi drivers called Shri Nathji Maharajji as did a lot of people. Whenever he would be away at Mussoorie for several months, the taxi drivers of Delhi would become restless for his darshan.
One night, a certain Sardool Singh amongst them said: Last night something told me that Shri Nathji had arrived in Delhi! And, sure enough, when they went to his house at Sarvodya Enclave the next day, they discovered he had returned from Mussoorie!
Every time a taxi driver would purchase a new taxi, he would rush to have it blessed by Shri Nathji. And it turned out, that, after Shri Nathji had ridden in the taxi, it would bring its owner rich dividends.
Each time Shri Nathji would prepare to go out in a taxi he would embrace the taxi driver in a gesture of love, and the latter would bow low and touch his feet. During the taxi ride, he would converse with the driver asking him about the welfare of his family and relatives. It was God conversing causally with a taxi driver on earth, as if he were His bosom friend! Shri Nathji loved these bulky ‘jaats’ from the Punjab as if they were his children.
These tall and burly villagers were numerous Kewats giving Shri Nathji a ride on earth, in return for which he would have to give them a ride in his taxi to Eternal Life.
In a larger sense Shri Nathji was a taxi driver, too. His passengers were the lost souls on earth. His journey was over the Bhav Saagar, the ocean of life and death, and his destination was salvation.