Like a dhobi washing clothes in a lake. Then a monk came to the lake and took a bath in it and meditated on the lake.
When Dhobi was washing clothes, an angry monk blasted Dhobi with obscene noises to burst a few drops of water on the monk's ink. Dhobi, in a fit of rage, in turn responded. The two started fighting and went hand in hand. Dhobi, the monk himself, had brought Dhobi well, for toppling the monk down and punching him on his chest. But Dhobi's strength increased.
Then the monk surrendered to God and said, "Hey Paramatma! Leave your pious saint! Can you come to my aid?" As the Holy Prophet said, Ayya! I came two or three times to help you. But as usual, "who is a monk and who is Dhobi" went back. There was no complete surrender of monasticism. He did not get the help of the Lord.