Scene 2: Prelude to The Miracle

Hello Boys and girls,
Hope the anticipation built over the last week will get you to enjoy what you are about to hear. We left off at the the point where i bought my love, my second hand royal enfield for 14,000/- I just barely managed to get the parts and money together to restore her and that was a sweet job in itself. Now like i mentioned this was not a full blown job. Just a basic paint job, some chrome, and a custom handle bar that i thought off pretty highly at the time, today i would be worried to hold it in my hands. I played a bit with the seats and the styling, with my close to zero skills in any thing automotive. This Machine was now a nicely done royal enfield with a decent amount of individuality, and i got my fair share of looks and high fives.
So i thought i was the man. Something like what the creators of the DOS operating software must have felt, right before bill gates came up with Windows.
Now hold your horses i have been the undefeated(by public poll) India 's hottest(and i dont mean me, i mean the bikes) custom chopper builder till date, so no bill gates of custom choppers has come along yet save one incident that took place in August of 2005 which altered my life forever....(dramatic na?).

And this one is on my website, in not so many words, and a lot of our friends from the biker community have heard it as well.
So this is for the rest of my friends who haven't heard it.
I went to watch a movie at a local cinema called Fun. I went riding down into their basement parking, revving the engine slightly as usual, causing the entire basement to thunder softly.
Found a nice parking spot next to a stock royal enfield. I was imagining the face of the guy who rode it, when he would come back from his movie to see my nice, shiny, custom deep red, all chrome royal enfield with a homemade kind custom handle and custom seats.
Now I have seen this time and again, gloat and mother nature kicks your ass. I came back all smug, only to find a different motorcycle standing there....a customized motorcycle......and what a job it was!!!!
Shattered!!!!! is a mild way to put what i was feeling inside. Get this.....It was a far better chrome job, far better paint job, a mother of a handle , shapely tank and other sheet metal parts, and finish far better than i could imagine.
Boys and girls please bear in mind, this judgement that i have so emotionally elaborated on, was from my almost zero skill level in anything automotive at the time.
Today a bitch like that would not cause me to flinch. Because standing right there in that parking lot in the august of 2005, i swore with every thing honest inside me that i would build my bike, build her bigger, better and wilder than that bitch standing there and wilder than any other custom motorcycle India was ever to see.
Now swearing in the heat of the moment and forgetting about it the next morning is not my style. So trust me when i say that the next six months of my life were hell. The sweet hell that gave me a dream. Six months of running pillar to post, with 20 hour work days, pleading and begging, cursing and yelling, frustration of every kind and in every intensity, all of it.....to create my own custom chopper. The first of its kind in India. Come back to learn what it took to turn Akshai Varde the Flight Supervisor into Akshai Varde the custom Chopper Builder.