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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1 December 2008
I'm fine, we're fine, hope you are too
And then, of course, the horrible, horrible week that it has been. I had the internet but no inclination to write. What was I going to say, watching the city burn, watching bloodstained people shaped bundles being loaded onto ambulances, watching my phone go crazy with text messages and phone calls, really, what is there to say? I am PISSED OFF. And I think I can speak for most of my generation too. This teeming population of mostly 25 year olds is watching the old paunchy grown ups, supposedly in charge of everything, and then growing increasingly disbelieving. How else can you explain Vilasrao Deshmukh taking his son and fucking Ram Gopal Varma for a tour of the bullet ridden hotels?
When I, in perfectly good faith, give you, old men and old women of India, my vote, you better be willing to live up to it. Don't just sit around on your ass and expect that anything goes and then pat yourselves on the back for the fact that the economy is booming and people around the world take us more seriously. A) That has very little, if anything at all, to do with you. B) Pay your fucking cops more, man. These impoverished and underequipped men and women have no choice but to take money from whereever they can and they defend themselves against grenade throwing, AK47 carrying terrorists with--wait for it--lathis. No, I'm serious. (I read it somewhere, but can't find the source) C) Have emergency evacuation available. I heard stories of people being stuck in town not being able to go home, and SCARED. I'd have been scared if I was there. If you don't have the funds for an evacuation with security, at least build some shelters with bullet proof walls that people can make a break for when something like this happens.
When I was a little girl, I imagined the Government as a man. He had a big bald head and in my imagination, worked in a tiny little office filled with brown paper packages. I felt quite bad for Government, people seemed to be blaming him all the time. How much work could one man do, I wondered. I told this to my mother yesterday, and she said, laughing, "Now the government is a woman."
Okay, Ms Government, time to pull up your socks. I am quite confident that the present administration is going to be changed soon. (My friends have mostly changed their votes, as for us, thanks to some botch in computer systems, our names were nowhere on the voting register. I spent that voting morning walking from one polling booth to another.) The only recent decision I am happy with is that Chidambaran is taking over as the Home Minister. I think he is eminently sensible and wants the best for the country
Man, I am pissed off. I wanted to talk about Delhi and what a good time we're having and how JC is getting on with everyone and where we've been and the awesome weather and second hand bookshopping yesterday, instead I feel almost compelled to put down this tirade. I'm not letting the terrorists win, though, tomorrow, shall see my frivolity shine through, come what may.