No Sufi Dancing Allowed
One of the funniest stories I can convey about being with Baba was a group of devotees started spontaneously doing a Sufi circle dance in the middle of the courtyard at the temple in Kainchi.
They were whirling and screaming out Sufi stuff about God knows what, spinning back and forth in a circle. Probably there was some Allah talk.
Maharajji came out of his office and started screaming at them to stop immediately. Needless to say that was the beginning and end of Sufi dancing at the temple.
The people who organized it, (they shall remain nameless) faded into the background, then everything was as right as rain.

I never did any spiritual disciplines when I was with Baba. I was too blown away to do anything at all. But one day I did fast, very quietly and without making a big whoop about it. I was simply absent from meals and stayed in the White House during the meal hours.
I was sitting by the tucket when an Indian devotee read a newspaper (monotone voice) in Hindi to Maharaj.
Who was He ?
One warm February afternoon in 1973, I met Neem Karoli Baba-ji at the Sankata Mochana Hanuman Mandir on Parikrama Road in Vrindaban. Early the next morning Maharaj-ji left for His ashram at Kainchi Dham in Nainital Jila, Kumoan.