KK

I lost my voice last Thursday. It had been a pretty normal day - a rushed up morning, sprint to the bus stop, hurried gobling of breakfast on the way and then Rashi called. I tried to speak but in my frustration the best I could manage was a feeble whisper. I was rushed to a doctor who diagnosed the condition with a severe case of Pharyngitis. "__ no ice-creams, no ice cold water, avoid dust and don't speak for 3 days __". Phooey!!!

Since then it has progressed from a barely audible whisper to a squeak to a course thunder to pretty much human now. I took a 3 day hiatus from work. Switched off my cell phone. Read C & H all day. Drank hot chocolate. And some more. Pondered on some Van Gogh's impressionist paintings. Could not find one that I love more than the cafe terrace on the place du forum. Wondered why do super heros wear costumes so that no one knows their identity. And even if they do, why do their have such boring names? I mean look you can fly, wring under-taker flat, get a girl who looks like a cross between Kidman and Monroe and you call yourself super man and bat man! Whatever happened to hamster huey and the gooey kablooie !?!!

A few days later, at the GE Technology Banquet I had the opportunity to meet KK. I adore him to pieces and I never imagines I would get a chance to speak to him and tell him he rocks! I wish I could Pal on my guitar with him on the vocals one day.