She has a way with words and she has garnered a large fan following by the clever use of her wit and sarcasm.
No wonder she doesn’t leave any stone unturned when it comes to taking a dig at the Baba himself who has been in the news for all the wrong reasons.
Her blog takes a humorous dig at the self professed God man and what he means for her and also for the thousands who have been blindly following him all in the name of faith.
She writes, “It all started when I saw the trailer of the first MSG film and being quite a horror movie buff, I was hooked. I began asking people to join my MSG club and come with me to catch the first day, first show of the good Baba’s cinematic outing. I urged them to meet me at PVR Juhu wearing special T-shirts emblazoned with the good Baba’s face that you could buy online for Rs 375.
She takes a dig at his film MSG by referring to it as Monosodium Glutamate and the lyrics of one of the songs of his film- ‘You are the Love Charger, billions battery when goes down you charged up with love so strong.’
Twinkle further writes , “Time passed and my dream of meeting my idol almost turned into a reality. One day, I was at the Marriott when I discovered that Dr Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh Insan had taken over the presidential suite, as well as dozens of rooms for a fortnight. I guess he probably needed the extra space even if it was to just store his mammoth name. My Parsi assistant rather spitefully refused to let me linger in the lobby waiting for a glimpse of my idol. But after I cursed her with ‘I hope vultures eat you alive soon!’ before realising that there weren’t any left to eat even the dead, she grudgingly let me take a picture with MSG’s lurid green convertible parked right outside.”
The blog continues, “A year later, while I was on my daily walk around the neighbourhood, and in the midst of arguing with people who were competing in what seemed like a long-distance betel juice spitting contest, I saw a convoy of cars and heavy police security. The Love Charger had moved into my neighbourhood. I feverishly posted about my new neighbour along with pictures of garlanded bottles of Chinese seasoning. Soon enough, his top aide got hold of my number and, politely, asked me to shut the hell up. It’s not the first time I’ve been at the receiving end. I had once written a satirical column about a godwoman and her friends in high places called up my mother telling her that it would be safer for me to zip my lip.”
She then goes on to talk about the recent mob violence in Panchkula that led to several deaths and injuries.
“But the realisation of what a godman’s followers are really capable of sunk in only on Friday after MSG was convicted of rape. Mayhem spread across parts of Punjab and Haryana as his followers, who call themselves Insan, forgot about their humanity and went about threatening to ‘wipe out India’. The violence led to at least 30 deaths and 250 people being injured. The ministers, who had taken blessings from the same godman looking at these very followers as a votebank, were busy announcing their helplessness to control the mob.”
“Babas and their kind are as common in India as potholes. But I think we are more to blame than them as they exist only because of us. As I wrote earlier, when our current idol falls off his pedestal, we simply call him or her a fraud and go off on a quest to find the next godman. It is time that we gullible fools stop turning towards them like a bunch of silly sunflowers looking for the sun, forgetting that a halo is just a trick of the light.”
She gets reflective and delves deeper into how human psyches work and asks a few questions.