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repeating just one line of the song trying to account for the
difference of 25 paise, but could not. Vasantrao was looking at
him doing this. The witty Vasantrao kept a coin of 25 paise in
his hand and said, “Now you have the account for those 25 paise,
now complete the song, you are stuck at the same line.”

This instance shows how easily he took every situation.
There is a multitude of such anecdotes in his life.

During our life at Dr. Hedgewar Bhavan, the Sangh office,
a formula given by Vasantrao was quite popular – ‘P for P in P
by P on P…’ If a stranger came, he had to struggle much to
understand what this formula meant. This formula uttered at
the breakfast time meant: ‘Poha for Pracharak in Prantik
Karyalaya by Premji in Pot.’ Vasantrao played with words in
such a witty manner, which is like a lively memory of our
Sangh life.

Vasantrao used to camp at Bombay for a couple of months
preceding Diwali for seeking advertisements for the Sadhana
weekly. He created a large section of customers for the magazine.
One year, he secured advertisements from Bombay worth
` 50,000. Vasantrao was extremely happy about it. It was a joyful
occasion in the Sadhana office too. Finding Vasantrao satisfied
about this accomplishment, the volunteers staying with him in
the Bombay Sangh office demanded a party from him, which
he obliged. All of them went to a hotel together. It was no new
thing for a hotel in Bombay to serve non-vegetarian food. The
waiters too normally presented the non-vegetarian menu. “Will
you take non-veg food?” somebody asked. To show his ego,
Vasantrao said, “Yes, why not.” After this, everybody ordered
for their favourite dishes. When it came to Vasantrao, he asked
what all was there in the menu. The waiter listed fish, chicken,
omelette and the like. At this, Vasantrao said, “Call the
manager.” He asked the manager what all things there were in
the menu. The manager repeated all those foods that the waiter
had said. At this, Vasantrao remarked, “Is that all? Will you
serve me such ordinary animals? I want to eat tiger’s roasted
flesh or lion’s soup. Do you have that?” The manager kept
looking at his face in confusion only to utter softly, “No, sir, we