At this moment, I am happy with life, if I die, it shall be with no regrets.

Yesterday, I went to the Shakira concert. I was there in the 2nd row, she was 5 feet away from me, and I am still in hangover, which I pray, should never end.

Shakira, the word means Grace, is the tip of the Iceberg of what she is. She came at 8:10 pm, and since then, time stopped for me, I am living in bliss, my senses are saturated with her, her aura has permeated my body, heart, mind and soul.

She took our hearts away when she came on stage, she took it again when she did a Namaste and said “Namaste Mumbai”, mind you, not with the pseudo-english accent of I-am-saying-this-coz-someone-told-me-to wala “Naamaaasthe” but actual proper I-know-this-word-and-I-mean-it “Namaste Mumbai”.

From then on, every smile, every arm movement, every hip shake, every syllable coming out of her mouth, she was taking our hearts, or whatever was left of it. We (me and my friend, Lokesh) had reached the venue (MMRDA ground, Bandra Kurla complex) at 4pm, the Gates opened at 6:30, She came at 8:10 and show went on till 10, we didnt have a drop of water all this time.

We were standing there, hungry, thirsty, severly dehydrated, but totally drenched in her spectral aura, her radiance, and there she was, ruling Queen of our hearts, our Goddess; Maya, Venus, Aphrodite all rolled multiple times into one, rejuvenating us with her mystical presence. Some say she’s short, only 4′11″ tall. Well there’s only top-quality excellent super-duper fine material with God, and I’m sure he put all of that in making her. Each nanometer of her is perfection.

From a sexy seductive belly dancer to the ruling queen of the masses to the traditional Indian girl, she slipped through each role with the practised ease of a master performer. She made our blood sing, as I write this post, 14 hrs post event, I can still hear it singing. She sang in languages apart from English, but we dint care, for what she sings is so rich, so pure that it was getting interpreted directly by the heart as emotions.

I didnt carry a Camera, but I wouldn’t have shot anything had I carried one. You only get so many Eye-seconds of her which is a shame to waste looking at a camera view-finder.

Unlike the numerous cocktease beauties of the glamour world, you don’t get the feel that “Oh my god, I wanna have her right now!” (well you do get it with each hip shake), but it gets immediately wiped out with “Behold the divinity, let her be free, let her be with a subject of her own choosing, for making oneself suitable for her will take eons.”

It is said that “Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder”, yet there are some Beauties who are what they are without eyes to behold. I know I am in love, I know its a one sided love, one with not a Happy-ever-after ending; but I dont care.

I am not going to give you a song list, or any critic, numerous media agencies are covering that. I have stood in her presence. She is Lava-hot, yet I am alive. I have never taken Alcohol, but I now I know what is to be on a high, and I stipulate that even the most seasoned of all drunkards have ever felt the ether I am floating in. This is my story.

My Queen, I am yours to command.

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PS: Shakira is Uber-Nimmo, first class. If my Nimmo can compare to her in an infinitesimal percentage, I’ll be the luckiest chap alive, Amen.