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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13 May 2005
I see you baby, shaking that ass, all right don't touch me
Mehak and I were once in TC together, Iggy and her Wonder Boy cooed to each other in a corner and since we hadn't met "properly" before, we started talking about what we do and why we do it etc. Random polite conversation. Then she takes off about K-- Why we broke up, do I still like him, does he still like me, how his brother is so hot and I'm looking at her thinking "Un-fucking-believable, this woman is trying to get me to give her the low down on my exboyfriend!" Since when did K become such an object of hotness amongst everybody, huh? When I look at him, he still looks the same, plus I was so the better looking person in our relationship.
But Mehak actually turned out to be quite nice. Apart from when my car cd player started I Will Survive, and she has this really, really loud, really grating singing voice. Imagine someone shrieking "At first I was afraid, I was petrifieddddddddddddd...." in your ear while you're peacefully cruising down empty roads. Luckily, two bottles of coke with vodka in it were being passed around and so Iggy, who was sitting in the front seat, and I, just exchanged looks and started cracking up.
Aura is really very nice. I had reviewed it before and they had these three foreign bartenders--one Brit and two French guys. The Brit guy, called either Mike or Andy, I forget which, was really hot. Dee had come with me for that review and the two of us spent most of our time talking to him, giggling a bit because of all the vodka cocktails they kept giving us. (Aura specialises in vodka cocktails, by the way, and the drinks are excellent and I know I don't normally recommend anything other than TC, but I feel this place deserves a plug. So go drink there--very nice music, very chilled out, slightly pricey but better than most hotel pubs. It's at the Claridges. There now my advertisement for the day is over) Anyway, so midway chatting to Mike/Andy, I noticed Dee was beginning to talk like a British Colonel. I nudged her, giggling a little more, but she totally ignored me and went on this British accent trip. I asked her why she did that when we left and she claimed she hadn't noticed. "I was debating trying my French on him," she told me. "It's a good thing you didn't, because of those French bartenders there," I said, grinning. "Yeah." Pause. "But he was so hot." "Totally." Then we took a moment to contemplate the hotness of M-Andy.
Anyway, last night I looked around hopefully for Mandy, but he was nowhere to be seen. Damn. I did meet K's brother Rahul though, who Seema leched at from her corner on the sofa. Rahul is very, very hot--tall and lean and chiselled face--the works. I was sorta attracted to him for a bit while I was dating his brother and I hated myself for it. But even though Rahul is hot and all, and only two months older than me (K is 13 months younger) him and I would probably wind up shooting each other if we had ever had a scene. For one thing he's very stiff about stuff like smoking (He once told K, "Y'know, I love eM, but she smokes like a fucking chimney!") for another, he's very into having his "women" well-groomed and always sexy and always waxed and never end-of-the-day tired, which I don't think I have the energy to handle. I like to dress up sure, but I'm happiest in a t-shirt and jeans. But Seema leched and Mehak leched and then I told them he was leaving for the US tomorrow (ie today) but they leched all the same.
Oh and I met two new boys (no, not worth dating, not hot and "working in daddy's business"). But one of them used to ride and he said, "Oh we should go for a ride some morning." I seriously felt like I had fallen through some time warp and was in the 19th century suddenly. Do people actually say, "We should go for a ride"? But after I was done giggling (because Seema bought me a Red Devil--chilli infused vodka with watermelon juice--incredible) I said, "Sure, that sounds like fun." Because even if he was fat, he seemed sweet. And I should have some sweet people in my life, right?
And there's an ex-office party tomorrow, which should also be fun and drunken. So much for being anti-social. Still, inner zen is coming along nicely.