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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28 September 2005
How come Tom Thumb and Thumbelina never hooked up? It seemed sorta logical, no? Perhaps she was a Manglik
> I love the "silent" button on my cellphone. I really, really love it. Increasingly I have taken to shutting up people when they call me. Don't recognise a number at 10 am? SILENT! Don't feel like filling in an acquaintance about whatever's happened to you since 2002? SILENT! PR people bothering you when you just want them to go away? SILENT!
Though in a way I think it's spoiling me a little. I wish people in real life came with a mute option. That way their mouths would still move but no sound would come out. How cool would that be? Situations also should have a cancel button. Like if you don't want the cop to see you smoking in a public place, all you have to do is press the red phone on your panel and he'll go away. Situation cancelled. *sigh*
> Lots have been drawn for the New House. I'm afraid I got rather the short end of the stick--the balcony room went to Priya, the bathtub loo room went to Small and I am left with the room with the cupboards. Which is not so bad really--an entire wall is lined with cupboards which means I only need to carry one small bookshelf. Plus I have a window that looks out over the city. A great view too, since I'm on the fourth floor and there are no houses behind us. I've already decorated in my mind, lamp there, table there, futon next to table and my laptop next to it. The mattresses can go in a pile on the floor with a red rug to brighten up the place a little. There--sounds pretty good already, doesn't it? I'll take lots of pictures :)
>Luke has reentered my life--sort of tiptoed in and is now lurking around near the umbrella stand, trying to figure out whether he should stay or leave. I'm tempted to say, "Stay." But then, there are so many problems with that relationship--he's younger, we'll probably bore each other soon and I suspect besides wild animal attraction, we really have nothing in common. But still, he's single now and who knows what can happen in the future?
> The weird part is every time I have prospects of romance, my arms are always hairy since I've been too lazy to go to the parlour and get waxed. And then, anticipating that my hairiness will be scrutinised, I always go and get waxed in great excitement only to find no one's hitting on me any more. Now I'm just NOT getting waxed till like five minutes before I hook up with someone. Hairy arms are a great contraceptive, I always find. Plus my jeans will stay firmly on since my toes have reached Hobbit status. The new celibacy is nothing but a bunch of woman who are too lazy to remove hair.
POSTSCRIPT PLUG: Almost forgot, and I'd been meaning to for a while. My very cool cousin's very cool blog is here. I've been through all the archives and though it's a little weird now knowing WAY more about his life than I suppose I ever would have (I'm seven years younger, so we have a Big Brother type relationship going on) it's also nice. Yay for blogging and family ties reconstructed in the twentyfirst century! :)