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 December 2007
We Are Now Twenty Six
Quite a long while for us to be living, no? Quite a long while for us to be blogging too, considering I began this thing way back at the callow age of 22. I like to think that over the years, with each consequent birthday post (three now!) I sound older and wiser. Or maybe that's just wishful thinking. Anyway, enough with the ruminating and on with the memory creating.
Right, so my birthday officially began Wednesday night, which was totally unplanned. I had a friend over for drinks and him and Shark Tooth and I were sitting around my living room when he said, suddenly at eleven, "There's a new club opening tonight where my friends are at, want to go?" I shrugged, Shark Tooth shrugged and we said, "Why not?" and made it to this new place--Blue Frog--like right at five to twelve or something. "Quickly!" I said, "Tequila shots! It's almost my birthday!" We got the tequila and downed it and not a moment too soon because then my phone started ringing and didn't shut up till almost midnight the next day. (I feel so popular and loved.)
Blue Frog is AWESOME, by the way. It's right opposite Kamla Mills, I forget what the mills it's in is called but I think Mathura Mills? Anyway, it's got this really trippy ceiling with these video images that do screen saver-y things, and it's shaped like an amphitheatre. All the tables are sunken in, circular and lined with pink lights. In the middle there's an open space to dance in or whatever, right in front of the stage. They're apparently going to have live music every single night, and the night of my birthday I got really lucky, because first of all they had this fabulous woman singer (I've been Googling and Googling but I can't find her name, so instead, here's a link to the club. Ooh and it also gives me the address--Mathuradas Mills, I was right.) who was doing Tori Amos indie music type songs, only not covers, I'm sure of that and secondly, they charged entry at Rs 300 per person and I know for a fact this is going to increase later (ENTRY not COVER. Robbers) and thirdly, because not the entire city knew about the opening--half the city, but not all--we actually got a table. But Blue Frog despite being lovely is sooooooooooooo expensive, I don't think it's going to happen again for me till the beginning of January or something. My advice is to tank up somewhere cheaper before you go. But you should still pay it a visit, it's got this completely global feel that a lot of clubs try so hard to get.
Enough of plugging Blue Frog (hey, do I get a discount?) and back to me. Thursday was my happy to you! And I spent the day teetering between feeling all jumpy and excited to being in the depths of depression. It's my birthday-related bipolar disorder, happens every year, but each year, it takes me by surprise. Finally, I couldn't take it any more, and I got out of the house to meet Chrisann, and we went shopping--one tube dress in white with black skulls on it (it's actually a lot more feminine than it sounds) and one sparkly white top--and got my hair done and then I went home to get ready for dinner at Olive.
Dinner was nice even though everyone except me and Chris and another friend, Yasmin was late and some people cancelled but slightly too propah for the drunken birthday celebrations I had envisioned. So after two margaritas, we went to Vertigo to sing karaoke (we did I Will Survive. Heh.) and were joined there by Pieces! Yay! I hadn't seen her in some ten thousand years so after several hundred tequila shots she suggested we go back to her place and I merrily agreed and I only got home at six thirty in the morning. Excellent birthday.
But I was so terribly hungover when my mother arrived at eight thirty the next day that I was chugging the water as we went to Oshiwara to pick up my birthday presents, one of which I sit writing at right now. My room looks transformed--I have brand new old furniture (ANTIQUE, my mother said) a desk, two bookshelves and a chair, a brand new mattress, which is springy and lovely and makes me never want to leave my bed and new curtains in blue and green. I may never leave the house again. (And I'm so broke, I don't think I will. If you want to see me at all this month, it will be in my house. I'm just sayin')
Saturday night was the 1987 theme party, which turned out to be not so much 1987, but still fun. No one played my specially planned games, but the booze had to be replenished and I had lots of presents and a blueberry cheesecake and that bit was fun.
My mom left last night, and Mr Crowley stopped by for a drink and my birthday celebrations were officially over. I have a feeling it's going to be a good year.