I have spent half a day searching for a BJP-loving twitter troll, the kind that echoes Giriraj Singh’s sentiments that anybody who does not support Modi should go to Pakistan. Anybody who criticised Narendra Modi or the BJP, heck, anyone who sounded remotely as if they did not pay obeisance to the Supreme Leader, was verbally assaulted with a torrent of filthy, vile abuses that in addition to a generous sprinkling of four-letter words, went on to question one’s patriotism.

You would be called a pseudo-sickular anti-national, pro-Pakistan, pro-Muslim, Naxalite pro-Congress Jehadi libtard. Forgive me if I’ve missed out on a few. Oh and there’s Aaptard, an insult for anyone who supports AAP. Even if they don’t actively support AAP but don’t support Modi, that’s qualification enough to be called one. Fiberal, or fake liberal, is amongst the mildest gaali in currency, the closest you can get to polite conversation.

Any critique of militant Hindusim is usually met with a tirade against militant Islam, reinforcing an absurd notion that militant Hinduism is a legitimate counter to militant Islam. Never mind that the two were virtually beginning to look like each other.

That the angry tirade from Twitter trolls came after a thumping victory in the Lok Sabha was proof that some human beings could be graceless in victory. Or rather that some ideologies brook no dissent.

If you were a woman, you would be subjected to filthy sexually abusive language, on whether your or your ancestors had procreated with Muslim men.

The Prime Minister did little to stem the rot. If he refused to censure members of parliament on grounds of communalism and hate speeches, I guess it’s unlikely he would acknowledge the contribution of his pet trolls to his campaign.

During his Varanasi campaign, he called Kejriwal a Naxalite. After the Delhi victory today, Modi has invited Kejriwal over for a cup of chai. That sounds mildly absurd. Does he usually have tea with Naxalites? Or is this an exception. And what of a city full of ‘Naxalites’ who voted him in?

But surprisingly there’s no tsunami of tweets against a city full of pseudo-sickular anti-national jihadi Naxalite libtards. All of a sudden, the gaalais have virtually vanished and the trolls slunk into their hiding place.

I’ve searched valiantly for those minions that would crawl out of the woodwork at the first instance of possible affront, take offence at the drop of a hat and insist on speaking in English though their grammar and logic made them virtually incomprehensible. But now they’ve gone. As the precise moment of the demise of the Hindutva troll army coincides with Arvind Kejriwal’s victory at the Delhi elections, I have reason to believe he murdered them all.

Forgive my concern, but I’m a tad worried about them. I mean, these guys were everywhere at all times and now I can’t see them anywhere. This is like watching an athlete on steroids go into a coma.

Even those who were upset at AAP’s victory used the mildest and gentlest terms to express their displeasure. The word AAPtard was virtually missing.

It may be a tad early to write a requiem for the army of upper-caste Hindu males that live on social media (and may not live anywhere else), but for the time being, we must conclude that Arvind Kejriwal may have assassinated them. I hope he didn’t torture them while he was at it.