The Pink Fluffy Bunny Club

Rotten Tomatoes and Utter Gutterness

Yeah, I know I keep saying that I'm going to blog more often, but that always seems to be such a futile statement to make. By the time I get online, I simply forget about writing something - anything! And then I end up doing a 'mashed potatoes' and feeling pretty utterly gutterly about skipping a proper post.

So, here's a proper post. Somewhat.

:D

Top Chef Season 7 got over yesterday here in India and the winner was Kevin. Oh! I mean, the winner was Kevin!!

If the previous sentence looks like it's been written in a sarcastic tone, you're wrong. Ha. Ha. Ha.

I actually like Kevin a lot. He was true to himself and he didn't have any ego problems (unlike some other chefs *cough Ed cough*). He also didn't manipulate people to make a way for himself (unlike certain others *cough Angelo cough*). These two qualities are really commendable. Add to this the fact that his food looks absolutely brilliant (Angelo called him the Salvador Dali of presentation) and tastes equally good, he deserves the title. My mom and I were actually rooting for him and it was so nice to see him win! Goooooo Kevin!

Another favourite of mine was Tiffany. I wish she'd also been in the finals.

Anyhow. Great show!!

Good things come in small packages. Bad things come in big heaps.

Since yesterday, everything seems to be going in the weirdest of directions. First were the results. Next was the stupid fever.

The results were bad. I was lucky to score well, but it's not possible to be happy about such a thing when you know that someone you love is thinking all these thoughts he shouldn't be thinking. MFG deserves nothing but the best, and I know that he's going to get it. I just wish he knew the same. I just wish that he'd get signs which tell him so. That guy deserves to have the utmost confidence in himself. I sometimes wish I could make him see himself through my eyes. I just wish I could.

I've been wanting to talk to him and meet him since yesterday. I can't stop thinking about him. But my mom wouldn't let me out of the house today because I had to rest. I hate resting. I don't give a rat's ass about it. I need to make sure he's okay. I need to talk to him and see him. I just need to.

My nani passed away lat week.

Writing that is so painful. Thinking about it is painful.

It doesn't matter what or where or when. There's a sense of emptiness.

What hits more is the fact that at the time she passed away, she was recovering. You're not prepared for such a thing when you're told that your nani is supposed to be back home in another day. You haven't got the time to try and steel yourself for the blow.

The toughest part is seeing my mom handle the whole situation. To hear her cry on the phone. To see her break into tears when she entered the house. No matter what, you're never tough enough to handle that. You may put up a brave face, but something inside you just shatters and you just want to make it all better.

You just want to make it better.

There isn't much you can do here though apart from hugging her and just being with her. With my nani, I have this one thought that at least she's not suffering anymore. The last 5 months had been a complete torture for her. But I'll miss her like hell!! She was an amazing woman and I'm so proud to be her granddaughter.

I love you nani! May your soul rest in peace.