Shri Nathji had said time and again in his sermons:
“Mere Hindustan ki taraf koyi aankh utthaakar naa dekhe!
“Let no one cast an evil eye on my India!”
There was Shri Nathji’s Urdu verse that had made itself manifest in this drama of war and peace with China:
“Ai baadshaah duniyaan ke hain mohre meri shatranj ke
Dillagi ki chaal hai sab rang sulho jang ke
O King! The world is a game of chess before me,
It is but a play, this colour of war and peace!”
Shri Nathji knew that, even with all its defects, India was the one country in the world which was dearest to God, and that was why the avatars of God had come down upon earth on this land again and again.
India was a land of the meek and humble, a land which had never aspired to conquer any nation, which had never cast an evil eye on any country, and which had nothing but goodwill for all its neighbours. India had suffered the attacks of invaders all throughout the pages of history but never invaded any country on its own. Surely India was the one country that merited divine protection.
Shri Nathji explained the situation thus:
“A father loves all his children equally, but when he sees one child bullying another, he comes to the aid of the weaker child.”
Shri Nathji never proclaimed before anyone openly that it was his Divine Power that had made the Chinese halt their attack. He never even so much as cared to mention the fact before anyone.
Only Mateshwari and Priya Nath knew that it was his leela, only they had seen him pen down the note to Mao Tse Tung – just like only Gangabai Bhutt knew that Shri Nathji had saved India from the Ashta Grahi.
Shri Nathji did not care whether the world recognised what he was doing. He wanted neither name, nor fame nor followers. He would go on doing his duty silently in the world.