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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25 July 2007
In Which We Are Sick, Drunk And Meeting New People
So, say hello to Mouse (which is a mini in-joke for me, because of her real name. I'm sad with the humour like that. I contemplated linking to her blog, but it's not anonymous enough, sooooooo Mouse she is till the end of the chapter) She's American, here for about a month and a half and we share a common passion for Grey's Anatomy (she has most of season 3 on her computer, which I've been watching obsessively) Disney movies, zoos and cats. And so far (day two now) we're getting on great, comparing notes on American men versus Indian ones. (They're mostly the same worldwide, sadly). Last night I thought I'd take her to Toto's, to like, you know, celebrate moving day and stuff. We were doing fine, till the tequila happened, lots of it, and did I mention she's superhot and very tall so we were more or less the centre of attention there. Although, funnily enough, we both got little notes on napkins, which made me feel slightly better about being short and sniffle-ful. Mine was from this guy who tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Hi, are you from SIMC?" "No," I said, preparing to turn back to my conversation. "Take this," he said, stuffing a much folded note in my hand. I raised my eyebrow (I can do that!) and he said, "Read it at leisure" so of course, I promptly opened it right then and the three of us (another friend joined me later) poured over it. It said, and I quote (much frantic handbag searching later, I think I've lost it. Damn, my purse is like the Bermuda Triangle.) Anyway, what I can reconstruct from memory was: "When I first saw you (excuse the handwriting) I wanted to spend the night with you. But after watching you this whole evening, I want to spend my lifetime with you. Pick whether you'd choose tonight, the weekend or the rest of your life." Followed by his name and phone number. I was all awwwwww, my first wedding proposal. Heh. Mouse's note was behind a coaster, folded and passed over, and her suitor was actually kind of cute. (Mine was fairly pudgy, spectacles etc. Just my luck) He said, "Can I buy you a drink? And intentions... Wana [sic] get to know you better." We giggled over that too and I was elected to reply to it, which I did, saying, "What are your intentions?" "Tell him I'm drinking tequila," whispered Mouse so I did. And then he got up and joined us and we all drank some more tequila. Toto's always does wonders for my ego.
Then we went back to the other friend's house, swigged Bailey's straight from the bottle, attempted to play Life but got bored and played 'I have never' instead. I love alcohol. Did you know that mixing Old Monk and tequila and Bailey's gives you no hangover? Eureka! Now if only this flu would magically vanish, my joy would be complete.