3/04/07
I went to see Shahrukh Khan in London when he came to unveil his statue at
Madame Tussauds wax museum. I was accompanied by five young women from Shahrukh
Khan's French fan club, Shahrukhfan.fr. We knew that only media people would be
allowed to get into the museum, but despite this, we came from France, hoping to
see Shahrukh, and maybe talk to him.
I am on a wheelchair and it was almost vital for me to tell him that when I see
him dance, my body too dances, that I can dance with his body. I so much wanted
to thank him!
We went to the museum at 7am and we waited for hours in the icy wind of London.
We talked to the bodyguards, they were giants but very nice ones; people were
getting more and more excited and less and less controllable. They had come from
all parts of the world, "only" to catch a glimpse of Shahrukh: France, Japan,
Australia, Trinidad...
Then he came. Suddenly no one remembered me, our small group was scattered,
literally ejected meters away from me, I was sandwiched between Nani, who was
helplessly holding the wheelchair, and the bodyguard, with my head flattened
against him.
I managed to move my head away, and I saw Shahrukh, with his caramel-coloured
skin, his black hair, and beautiful smile. Then, for one second, our eyes met.
How strange. Try to imagine: the overexcited crowd, the hysteria, the
bodyguards, and our eyes met, although he was three meters away from me, with
lots of people between us, and my chair wasn't at all at the level of his eyes.
Then everything became black. The tsunami was dangerously shaking my chair. My
face was flattened against the bodyguard. All that came to my mind was that the
wedge of the armchair was completely driven into the guard's legs, and Nani was
doing her very best to prevent me from falling on the ground. Then the bodyguard
moved, with one hand he was holding the crowd and with the other he made sure
that I could see something. In fact, it's because Shahrukh was kneeling down
that the guard moved.
He was kneeling down for me.
It was like being in a cave with human walls, we were in front of each other,
and I was able to tell him thank you, I could tell him that he made me dance. He
didn't understand. People were screaming and my English wasn't good, I was too
nervous. He asked me, surprised, if I wanted to dance. I said "no, I don't want
to dance, I dance with your body". He smiled, took my face with infinite
tenderness, and kissed me on the forehead.
He didn't smell cigarette, nor perfume, only a nice body odour. His kiss wasn't
wet but not dry either. It was complete. He went away and I didn't see him
again. What more can I tell you? This man gives off strength. When he came near
me I felt this strength, he gives and gives, only with his presence. It wasn't a
star kissing a disabled woman for publicity. I felt the human being, full of
tenderness.
He is able to do a lot of good. I don't understand why Tussauds tried
desperately to discourage us from coming. I hope Shahrukh knows that the reason
why there weren't more people is that Tussauds refused to give information, kept
repeating that we wouldn't see him, laughed at us. The public relations of the
museum strung us along, Tussauds didn't want us to come. I don't know why and I
hope this will reach Shahrukh's ears. If it does: thank you, Shahrukh; seeing
you and seeing you dance has changed my life. Thank you for stopping in front of
me on Tuesday, April 3rd.
Contributed by French Fan - Aliciya Maya...See in the Pic
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