When Shri Nathji was yet a child, Shri Babaji Maharaj had moved to Simla from Batala. He had a wife and two children to look after. As Shri Babaji Maharaj had given way all his wealth to the poor, he needed some means of subsistence, and, thereafter, obtained a job in Simla in the Army Recruitment Department of the British.
The people in his office were all at once awed and thrilled by his personality. Never before had the British Officers there seen such an honest man. Shri Babaji Maharaj was so concerned about ethics and morality that he would never use the office ink for writing his personal letters. His superiors were almost afraid of his honesty and saw in him an unfathomable quality that they lacked. Once when he was walking home, a British Officer ran after him, waving a piece of paper and saying: Babaji, you have dropped something!
Shri Babaji said: I never carry anything with myself that I can drop, and that, which is with me is something that cannot be dropped! The world, which I had to drop, I dropped long ago, and, that, which is with myself, my real Self, is something that I can never drop! However if you still feel the paper belongs to me then I shall be pleased to have it.
The Britisher gave Shri Babaji Maharaj the piece of paper he was carrying. It contained the handwriting of Shri Babaji Maharaj with the words:
I am convinced there is no condition higher than that silence which comes of the abandonment of all latent desires.
Shri Babaji Maharaj often used to say:
I am content with what God has given me as my share,
And commit to my Creator my every care,
To do good in the past has been indeed His Will
He will do good as well in what is to come still.
Shri Babaji Maharaj would be seen writing out hundreds of sheets of paper at home with the words: Honesty is the best policy written on them over and over again. Shri Babaji Maharaj would frequently say that it was not possible for a man to make any spiritual achievement unless he had conquered the basic vices within himself. He used to say:
He who has not given up the ways of vice,
He whose mind is not at rest,
He who cannot control himself,
Can never realize the Self,
Though full of learning of the world.