Mateshwari was not happy over the purchase of the Ford Car. She knew that Shri Nathji had only multiplied his problems. He would now have to find another garage for the new car as well as labour hard to look after the car and secure a driver.
In a letter to Shyam Lal Kasera, Mateshwari wrote on the 27th of August 1950:
“Shri Maharaj har vakt takleef men raihte hain.
Dhanya hain, dhanya hain, dhanya hain veh!
Manushya maatr ek khshann bhar unn katthinaayiyon men naheen raih saktaa!
Shri Maharajji is surrounded by troubles all the time!
Glory be to him! Glory be to him! Glory be to him!
No human being can endure so many difficulties for even a moment.”
Most of the year 1950 was spent by Shri Nathji in his efforts to maintain and garage the cars, to get permits for them and to run them as taxis. It soon became clear that the entire effort was to prove to be very strenuous and costly for Shri Nathji and a total financial loss. He was able to undergo the strain purely through the use of his divine power. The Bhutts were perplexed and worried all the time at this strange manifestation of Shri Nathji’s leela.
To make matters worse, the cars were always giving Shri Nathji trouble. The Ford car never ran perfectly and would be stranded on the roads several times due to an over-heated fuel pump, which was an inherent defect in that Model.
Victor appeared on the scene again, but by then Shri Nathji had virtually given up the idea of running the cars as taxis. Over a period of time, even the white number plates of the taxis were removed and replaced by the black private plates. The cars had become Shri Nathji’s private cars again. This was the first and only time in his life that Shri Nathji had ever “entered into” and “got out” of a business proposition. Business was not meant for a soul as gentle and unselfish as Shri Nathji, whose only profit lay in giving freely to others.
Shri Nathji was like an emperor who carried diamonds with him, which he dropped along the path as he walked amongst the people of the world. As he would say in his Urdu verse:
Ham saa na koyi hogaa chalne men ghaafil barrhkar
Gir parren hain daaman se meri gauhar, girah khulkar
There can be no one more innocent than I, tredding along,
Dropping diamonds along my path, my purse-knot opened
Shri Nathji frequently recollected the words of Justice Abbas Ali Tyyab in 1935 at Mussoorie:
“Hazrat, jab aap chalte hain to ruhaaniyat sarrkon par barasti hai! When you walk on the roads divine benedictions drop along your path!”
He would also say with genuine love and concern:
“Hazrat, aap itne seedhe hain ke mujhe dar hai koyi aapko zindagi men barraa bhaari dhoka na de jaaye!
“Hazrat, you are so innocent that I am afraid someone may practice a great deceit on you in life!”
Perhaps Shri Nathji had only entered into the strenuous exercise of running the cars as taxis because there were many hungry souls in the offices of the RTO’s, transport authorities, the petrol pumps, workshops, taxi stands, roadside eating stalls, coolies, repairmen and mechanics, who had to be given the darshan of God in human form. Had Shri Nathji not embarked upon this leela these persons would never have got a glimpse of him. It was to give them his darshan and blessings that he had to undergo so much of physical suffering himself.
Shri Nathji’s fascination for taxis may have been carried over from the past when he was Lord Krishna and drove the chariot of Arjuna as his charioteer.
Shri Nathji said in later days to taxi drivers:
“I, too, am a taxi driver. I take passengers across the Bhavsaagar, the Ocean of Life and Death.”