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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31 July 2007
In which we are all Florence Nightingale-y
Mouse didn't feel up to going home, and they suspected malaria, so I tottered to the admissions desk and got her a room, and they took her up in a wheelchair. By this time I was fine again, only really, really wiped out (I don't know why I've been feeling so fatigued lately, it's really odd. I even stayed in the entire weekend, and my flu is gone, so it's just the cold.) Anyway, so I sat next to her, calmed her down, told her it was okay and called various friends and relatives in the US to keep them updated. Although, again, that is a very weird thing to do, coz you're all like, "Oh, hello, you don't know me, but I broke your daughter." I left to go home and get her some stuff to settle her in for the night, but today she is fine too. Only quite cross that they're not letting her go home till tomorrow.
Anyway, so that was my Monday. Except, oh, almost forgot, I went out with an old friend of mine yesterday, a friend from when I used to participate (briefly) in Delhi's theatre circuit. Bet you didn't know that about me. I'm full of hidden facets. Anyway, so it turned out that a bunch of people we had done theatre workshops and plays with are in Bombay. Of course, the only one from the theatre workshop where we actually met who isn't an actor is me. But I decided in like first year college or something, that I could either do many things mediocrely, or I could focus all my energy on one thing. So I did. I picked writing. I was never going to win an Oscar anyway.
And tomorrow is Sameer's birthday, and August which is a very expensive month for me will begin, bringing with it FIVE birthdays. Luckily, my friends are so scattered, only two will be in Bombay. I hope. But I also owe a lot of birthday presents for July (I really like giving birthday presents, no matter how old the person is, I think everyone should be congratulated for being born) so yeah, August will be tight.
Mouse is reading The God Of Small Things right now, and I'm loving the fact that I have a data card because this is like sooooooooo 21st century, you know? If you're reading this, call me! I'm bored and hungry. (You can't do anything about the hunger part, but you can alleviate my boredom. Everyone should be cheered up while they're in the hospital, even if they're not technically in the hospital. It's a depressing place)