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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27 September 2004
Never On A Sunday
When you're first in a relationship you can't get over the fact that there's someone who's with you, who's loving you, who's on your side, who will never let you "be out there again". (Five points if you got the quotation from When Harry Met Sally). It's sort of like you're looking at the world through someone else's eyes. Like Dee made New Boy (I can't keep calling him that, have to think of a pseudonym, hmmm....how's Hari? Okay, she made me change it to Hanuman, but whatever. I have a Harry Potter poster in front of me) eat a Subway sandwich for the first time. You've got to know Dee to know that she could live on Subway. I mean, stuck-on-a-desert-island-with-no-other-food-for-the-rest-of-your-life kind of live. And Hanuman had only "had a bite of her sandwich once". So she got all excited when he ordered a (rather boring) potato patty sub and then proceeded to finish her sandwich and mine! It was quite sweet. And the way he kept defending her! I had forgotten that boyfriends do that. Mine "didn't like to get involved".
I started to get real blue after a bit. I wanted someone too. No scratch that, I will tell the truth if it kills me. I wanted K. and me, the way we were way back, the hand-holding, the back rubs, the private jokes... then I realised what I was thinking and promptly put my meta-filters back on.
Then later, at Mocha, we met Ginny and her new man, boy rather, who I shall call what everyone else does--- Baldy. And there we were, Dee and Hanuman on the couch, cooing at each other, Baldy and Ginny on chairs, lighting each other's cigarettes and laughing softly and me, also on the couch, checking out men that were definitely gay. Hmmph.
Y'know when I was part of a couple, my friends were all annoyingly single, and didn't want to be a "third wheel". Now when I'm single and ready to mingle, they all become these old married types. There's no justice in this world! Either that or my fairy godmother needs to be fired.