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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18 December 2005
'Tis the season to be hungover
First of all, there was the birthday. Thank you all so much for remembering and sending kind thoughts and emails and all. But I haff one small question--how did you know what date it was on? Did I mention that somewhere? The birthday in itself couldn't have been better if I had actually sat down and planned it. I took the day off from work, went out for lunch to the Big Chill, where we used to hang out regularly in college. After which, the Kind Duck being my only friend who didn't have to khisko back to work, put on Pirates Of The Caribbean and we watched that, since (horrors!) I haven't really ever seen it. Dude, man, Orlando Bloom is so fine in this movie, and why didn't I realise this before? Sadly, though, the movie-watching was interrupted halfway by dreadful mewl from his cat, who had managed to get itself stuck in a neighbouring balcony.
Anyway. The evening was my party, which I had been planning for some three thousand years. I had this excellent outfit-- a black halter dress from Voi and new! strappy! shoes! I was most pleased with myself. And everyone got very drunk and at around three a.m, by which time the party had more or less wound up and we were sitting around drinking Bailey's shots provided by TTG (yay!) and Small managed to lock herself and her two friends out of her room (we have these press lock doorknobs, so if you're not careful you can lock yourself out). Much time was spent trying to crawl in through the teeny bathroom vent into the other bathroom, and finally, I pulled out my futon and we arranged some sleeping bags and they all slept in the living room.
TTG wasn't the only blogger at my party though. The infamous Gamesmaster has landed on Delhi shores and was there as well. We have been having energetic discussions on everything from what superpowers we would pick to pornography. :)
Oh, got a really good set of prezzies this year also. From the parents, a WorldSpace radio and the iPod nano, both of which I want to have babies with. And books. From Small, a new handbag, small and strappy and very cool. From Priya and her boyfriend, Randeep-- a beautiful handmade paper scrapbook and stationary. From Duckmeister, Pictionary! (which Small, her friends and I have been playing drunken rounds of) and from Dee, a new sweatshirt which says on the back, "I'm so gonna blog this!" :) As well as this hot pink top with Blogger on the back.
There were also assorted things like a pashmina shawl and a Marks and Spencers top, which is cut so low I have to keep checking if the ladies are still in the house. Good birthday.
The next day, after all this drunken revelry, was yet another round of drunken revelry, as you might've guessed, what with the Duck's book launch and all. Plus it was also his birthday, so there was another round of alcohol consuming, after which I almost collapsed with fatigue and sleep-deprivation and nausea on Thursday and swore I would never drink again.
We all know that's not going to happen, right? Just last night, feeling chipper and at peace with the world, after oversleeping like a bitch, I went for the Kapoor book launch thingie at the Habitat, where I *sigh* consumed more alcohol.
But my holiday begins on Christmas (nope, not going anywhere, just taking a sabbatical) and I will not do anything hectic. I will instead spend the time constructively and purely, working on strengthening my chakras and eating a lot.
I'm telling you.