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 July 2009
Further tales of the newly domesticated
* Living together is so much fun. I love shopping for the house and doing our little domestic things and cooking! I've discovered cooking which is now my new favourite thing, even though I don't dazzle in that department. Today on the lunch menu is Goan sausages with bread, perhaps the easiest thing in the world to cook, so that should be significantly less embarrassing than other cooking episodes. (Alas, my poor cookies! Pride goeth before a fall!)
* At some point, I should go watch the newest Harry Potter, I suppose, because I already watched parts 1 to 5, even though I complained bitterly about them after. I'm such a wuss about these things. The SMART thing to do would be to say well, as each movie has been a disappointment to me, I'm not going to go for any more and retain my love for the books. But noooooo. Having commited to watching one, apparently, my mind thinks that's good enough reason to watch ALL of them. I'm sure I'll grumble about it on this blog later.
* While in Delhi, had a crazy night out and went to TLR and Smokehouse, where I bumped into many old friends, did one Kamikaze shot and bounced around a little bit, till it was time for us to leave. People though, looked so joyless and like they had to do this. I noticed people standing around in Smokehouse, elbow to armpit, chugging away at whatever beverage they had but looking sooooo, well, meh. Like this was a duty they had to perform and check off their chore list. I don't go to fancy clubs that often, not having the funds and/or the inclination, so I like the novelty value, but I felt a little bad for all these people for whom it was a Saturday Night Task. Back in the day, when there were like TWO nightclubs you visited (Ricks or Djinns or sometimes, Pluto), maybe it was because we were younger and this was all still very new, but I remember the thrill, the excitement, the feeling that this was exactly where you wanted to be. Oh sure, maybe I'm romanticizing it a bit, maybe there were still ten feet deep queues to the loo and maybe you still stood around staring at your friends because the music was too loud for conversation, but I distinctly remember people looking happier and like this was a night out extraordinaire.
Anyhoo, back to my Saturday planning (and three deadlines on the same day, because I am a crazy woman). Have a good weekend!