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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12 November 2005
The suckers lose themselves in the games they learn to play, children love to sing but then their voices slowly fade away
Oooooooooooooooh, whee! Lookit what I got! Thank you Vulturo, for including my 'umble blog in your list. I think it's totally my week to be flattered :)
Ironically, in spite of all this blog petting I've hit a blog slump. A blump, if you will. My life just doesn't seem exciting anymore. I mean, dudes, I hit 24 years next month and I'm looking around me at my life and going "This is it?" 24 seemed so old when you were like 16 or 17 no? Back then I was sure by the time I hit 24, I would have everything sorted. I would be a very serious person, I vowed, with a brilliant career. And my frizzy hair would have magically straightened and would hang shinily and blackly to my shoulders (minor digression, but I want the new Garnier multilights thing they've been advertising. I'm such a sucker for ads and every time this one comes on I drop everything and stare open mouthed at the screen. I also want perfect streaked hair. Ooh, bright red! I think I'll buy that today, anyone know how much it costs?) I always imagined myself in a lab coat, for whatever reason, no matter what my profession and at least six inches taller than I am.
Before that, when I was like 12 or 13, 19 was all I could dream about. Again, the hair was long and straight (I cannot explain my love for straight hair. I love the shininess, the way it falls, I love tossing it from cheek to shoulder, I love the way people look at me, I'm like a different person with straight hair. A more together person, with a perfect nose) At 19, I vowed, I would have a bike riding boyfriend, who drove a Harley. And we'd both wear leather pants and jackets. And amidst people staring at us, I'd hop off his bike, take off my helmet and shake out my lovely, waist length, STRAIGHT hair.
Oh and K called me the other day. Among other things, he wanted me to meet his girlfriend. Like I would be any kind of value add with Little Miss Perfect and my ex boyfriend. Grah. But of course I said sensibly and maturely that I would love to meet her and that my life would not be complete without making friends with her. He wants her to meet EVERYONE. I never got to meet everyone. In fact, he just abandoned his friends and appropriated mine. I never got all this special treatment also. Hmph. Now I have to plan an outfit that will totally indimidate her. Ooh, no, better, I will be all world weary and talk about my job and the people I meet and just throw in all the big words I know and she'll be totally intimidated by my absolute intelligence. Note to self: meet for coffee, NOT alcohol so that this purpose can be achieved. Anyone got any tips on how to make your ex's present totally shit scared of you while your ex still thinks you're great? Anyone?
Hopefully this weekend will pan out more interesting than the last week has been. More "together". More like heading to my ideal 24 than this limbo type person. Week One of Project Ideal 24 begins now.