Message in a bottle, writes Twinkle Khanna

I enter the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. Opening the cabinet to grab some sugar, I find a little bottle that has a label that states 'MSG'.
I have an epiphany. MSG means messenger of God. It's me! I have been chosen as the messenger of God! I hurriedly call my mother and tell her the good news. She is so happy for me that she chokes and disconnects the phone.
That afternoon, as I am driving to the office with my MSG bottle nestled on the seat next to me, I sneeze and the sacred bottle rolls onto my lap.
A sign from God! He does not want me to continue on the same path!
I quickly make a U-turn , reach Infiniti Mall, park my car on the sidewalk, climb on the bonnet and start talking about my miracle.
An hour later, 50 people have gathered around me as I continue my discourse on how I have been chosen as the messenger of God.
A burly man calls out, "What message it is? If you know then madam please tell."
I suddenly realise that though I am the messenger of God, I am not quite sure what his message is, so I quickly improvise, "Put a bowl of fried rice in front of my picture and repeat 'MSG Mata' 26 times. God will whisper the message in your ear."
There is thunderous applause and then it hits me! This is how God wants his message spread. When I get home I will do the same and the message of God will be clear to me as well.
After a short while, I can see people packed together like bees in a bottle. I don't want to break the momentum, but I also need to go to the bathroom rather urgently so I find myself hopping from one leg to the other.
In the next five minutes, 300 people start hopping on one leg too and a lady jumps up puts a garland around me and starts hopping on the bonnet as well.

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