First week of November 2008 was expected with bated breath by a variety of people from political commentators to Joe, the plumber (source: John McCain) a symbol of aam aadmi of the U.S. The reason being presidential elections in the world's oldest democracy and biggest economic power the U.S.A. The outcome was historical with Barack Obama elected as 44th President of the great nation. But this over shadowed the passing of a prolific author, movie screen play writer and not-your-normal scientific observer Michael Crichton. Crichton passed away yesterday due to cancer. He was 66 yrs old.
Pages - on web and paper - have been writted about Obama's presidential journey and I am not going to add to those already well written verses. In stead this is a tribute to one of my favourite authors, one whose novels I grew up with, watching his movies first and then reading his books. The first time I read a Crichton novel was Jurassic Park. I think I was 11-12 yrs old when I read it. Though today I might not be so wowed by the novel, when I read it I must admit I was wowed. I followed it with many of his books and by the time I was 14-15 yrs old Crichton was my favourite author.
Today when I saw the newpaper article of his passing, I felt a dash of sadness. Felt like a part of my growing up was lost, forever. You know reading Crichton gives me a feeling of going back 15 yrs and reliving moments that witnessed my first Crichton novel. Thankfully his novels will be with me forever and I will relive them, with a pain of regret that there will be no more of dinosaurs or multiverses the way Crichton narrated them.
