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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22 April 2005
And I am floored, but I am cleaning up so well, I am seeing in me now, the things you swore you saw yourself
In uzzer news, Lakme India Fashion Week is occuring as we speak. Well, I think the last show's probably over by now, but the Week has just begun. Nope, I'm not a part of it--damn--the one fashion show I want to attend and I'm not reporting.
Are you boring in bed asks my email and I look at it and sigh. I fear very greatly that I am. Not that anyone's ever said so, of course, but then would you tell someone you've just slept with that they're boring? I think not. Speaking of boring in bed, my great excitement these days is the fact that I've just downloaded imesh to go with Kazaa to download music. It's really cool and has some excellent songs and if you think Kazaa is limited, you should use both together. I don't know what that had to do with sex or with being boring, but it seemed to go in the same paragraph.
I went to TC last night with a whole lot of people. Well, technically I didn't GO with a whole lot of people, but since many people I knew were there, I sorta wound up hanging with them all. I met the Iggy, who is ecstatic at New Love Of Her Life and couldn't stop smiling dreamily over her beer, stopping only to fill me in on more details about Wonder Boy. And Tanya, whose boyfriend's in town and who also smiled dreamily through most conversations. I feel all old and cynical around these young dreamy types and I offered sage advice and many, Yay! Good for you's. I also met Golfer Ex, looking and smelling very dapper, who offered to buy me a drink just as I was leaving. "I can't," I told him wistfully, some of the dreaminess rubbing off, so he walked me to my car and said something about booty calls and I laughed and told him I'd let him know.
Speaking of exes (and this time the 'speaking of' is really relevant, I promise you), K called me this morning. I was feeling very blue and grouchy and nobody-loves-me and I guess he heard it in my voice, because he said, "What happened?" in tones of utmost concern. I almost started bawling right there but I didn't, giving myself a moment before I laughed a little shrill-ly and said, "No, no, just one of those days." It was a good conversation, though, one of the best we've had since we broke up, no mindfucks at all. Anyway, so the reason I went to Hitch in the first place was because I was feeling like shit this morning, Oscar The Grouch meets Madam PMS and I really, really needed to do something before I went mad. So I called Priya, who's always up for a plan and she brought Kabir and the three of us had a really good time--throwing popcorn around, laughing at Will Smith (who, by the way, looks yummy in his role as a commitmentphobe date doctor) and stopping off at this great shop in Centrestage Mall called Punk, which sells heavy metal accessories. They have a mens urinal mounted and filled with rings. Very cool but a little wierd to reach your hand into!