My latest book is The One Who Swam With The Fishes.
"A mesmerizing account of the well-known story of Matsyagandha ... and her transformation from fisherman’s daughter to Satyavati, Santanu’s royal consort and the Mother/Progenitor of the Kuru clan." - Hindustan Times
"Themes of fate, morality and power overlay a subtle and essential feminism to make this lyrical book a must-read. If this is Madhavan’s first book in the Girls from the Mahabharata series, there is much to look forward to in the months to come." - Open Magazine
"A gleeful dollop of Blytonian magic ... Reddy Madhavan is also able to tackle some fairly sensitive subjects such as identity, the love of and karmic ties with parents, adoption, the first sexual encounter, loneliness, and my favourite, feminist rage." - Scroll
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2 November 2004
Tick Tock Tick Tock
So, I wake up in the morning full to the brim with "healthy" thoughts, after yesterday's philosophical post. It's a bright, sunshiny day, and I'm still thinking I'm good and okay and a reincarnation of Gloria Steinem.
Then, toodle-oo, I toddle over to my computer and switch it on, because I really do want my new Dashboard Confessional stuff to finish downloading and I'm planning to burn a cd.
Of course, since I have a cable internet connection, it's not a crime that my MSN window pops up. And because it's there and all, I check it.
And promptly all my healthiness leaks like a water balloon with a hole in it, because Manav (despite leaving for Atlanta on Saturday) has still not added me.
But then, because maybe he's just not had a chance to use MSN. Maybe, like me, he doesn't have access to Messenger at work.
So then I check my gmail account.
Okay, so maybe he's just tired. Jet lag and all. Plus, what must the time be in the US? -11 hours if I'm not mistaken, so it's hmmm... 10 pm.
So I get into work, meanwhile playing out little fantasies in my head. What if he's lost my email address? How is he going to get it again? When will it be okay for me to mail him? Why am I such a loser?
Then I check my mail every 13 minutes: first gmail, which stays blank except for the Daily Romantic Horoscope and Yahoo for Blogger comments. (Here is your single's love horoscopefor Wednesday, November 3: Take a positive outlook and run with it, particularly in the realm of romance. Your ability to see the best in a given situation (without being saccharine about it) can serve up something sweet.)
Then I read other people's blogs; try to up my stats by submitting to TWR (space full, wait for a vacancy); find this guy's blog and fall in love with it and spend the rest of the day reading his archives.
All the while, pressing Alt+Tab and then Refresh on my mail windows.
Then obsess for a while about telling Shiva yesterday that I was "taking a sabbatical from men" and wonder whether I will regret that. And spend a long time backspacing this line, because I know he will read it and then decide to go for it nonetheless.
Then wonder whether I have a crush on Manav, and realise I don't and I'm obsessing needlessly.
Dee and I have a fun evening planned-- just the gals. Hanging and wathing a movie at my house. We've had a rough patch lately because of my free time and her lack of it and so I'm hoping this will help to make it all okay.
I solemnly swear I will not check my mail again today... more than once.