Shri Nathji’s room had become so filled with books and papers and notebooks and medicine bottles, clocks and spectacle boxes etc., that there was virtually no space left.“Piyaji, samhal ke chalnaa, sheeshaa na chubh jaaye! Khud mat haath lagaanaa, kissee ko bulaa lo!“Piyaji, walk with care, the glass might hurt! Don’t touch it yourself! Call someone!”Shri Nathji did not even say once to Priya Nath, “I had told you to remove the bulb form there!’ On the contrary he was at great pains to not to let Priya Nath feel that he had committed a great blunder.Issee adaa pe to marte hain tere deevaaneIt is this glory of Thine that makes thy lovers die for thee,Ye meraa zarf khataa par khataa huyi mujh seIt was my nature that I erred again and again,Priya Nath had not forgotten the numerous blunders that he had committed in the past which had led to untold troubles for Shri Nathji. There was his unholy attachment to the woman he married in 1977 which had caused no end of violence, calumny, and litigation spread out over four years; there had been the telegram that he sent to the Talwars when Dr. Dharamvir Talwar was dying in a hospital; there had been the Vitamin C tablets on which Shri Nathji had life-threatening choking; there had been the wrong medication of Dr. Corolli which could have resulted in fatal consequences. And now there was this episode of the bulb almost falling on Shri Nathji.