One evening, on March 15, 1985, after an acute bout of weakness, Shri Nathji becomes normal again, and wraps the smallest possible turban he had ever wound around his head–which is barely two yards in length, in contrast to the seven yards turbans he usually wore. “Itne barre barre advanced“Even these advanced countries with all their medical facilities could not save their leaders–so much for medical science!”Later Shri Nathji comes down to the level of mundane human existence as he takes toast with soup instead of the usual “Mooh men poori tarah ghul jaati hai ruyee kee tarah!“It dissolves completely in the mouth, like a cotton puff!”