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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3 September 2005
All that she wants, is another baby, she's gone tomorrow, allll that she wants, is another baby, yay-ay
Nothing exciting is happening. I feel such pressure to have exciting things happen so I can write about them. But nothing has happened recently.
I've been reading the Worst Book In The World (subtitle: It's so bad, it's good). I love bad writing. As in, I don't want to marry it or have babies with it, but bad writing is so addictive. It really, really is. You want to keep reading and going, "Oh. My. God. This. Is. So. Bad." And then bitch about it on your blog.
I went for a tequila party yesterday. We drank pink margaritas. I dangled my Nike floater and felt most cosmopolitan and elegant.
Today we look at two more houses. Keep your fingers crossed.
I just pressed Control + S to see what would happen. Right now there is a half published post lurking on my blog. I want to finish this one quickly so I can send it.
Something's happened to my ear. My right ear. It now hurts around the earring hole. The clever thing to do would be take the earrings off till my ear heals, but then I'd look like a boy. That is not fun. So I'm living with the hurt and the possibility that one of my earlobes might turn green and fall off.
Inspired by this blog, I'm starting Reader Appreciation Week. This entire week I will write about what you want me to write about. Anything from pink fluffy bunnies, to the time we got so drunk together we passed out in the Ladies, to my views on cellphone explosions. I'll do it all. Every day. But just till next Friday, because then the blog's my bitch again, not yours. Hopefully by then, something exciting will happen to me. So send in your comments people! :)