Never Change What Is Natural

By Prague Raja

This book is a fiction tale of the impact that nature would have, when unwarranted changes are done at an extraordinary pace for obsessive reasons. There are clear boundaries which man and the government wish to cross as a showdown of power and ambition; however nature in a subtle way is proving them wrong. In a bigger picture we all experience it by Global warming.

This story is at a personal level of a Billionaire Sir Louis, his passionate dream of changing his natural self and the implications he faces due to this action. Is there any remedies, should he live with the curse he bestowed himself with, will all the billions help, can the action be undone.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 27, 2012
• ISBN: 9781479718290

Prague Raja

Prague Raja, a Canadian writer and film maker, Lives in Toronto with his wife Umashanthi and two daughters. His beloved homeland is Coimbatore, South India. He has a rich experience of various cultures by travelling extensively and interacting with people and their lives. He brings this experience to his writing with a vibrant variety of characters reacting to the world they live in and invite you to be part of its infinite imagination. This is a Fiction novel. It is also adapted as a screenplay to hit the big screens.

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CHAPTER 1

A BLACK FERRARI cruised down the road along River Thames. On the steering was a young man in his early thirties, with neatly gelled hair, trim body and handsome looks. He was dressed to perfection in designer suit, having a rich and sophisticated look about him. In short, one would say instantly, That’s a billionaire. And he was definitely the best.

The smooth cruise suddenly came to a crashing halt as the young man gazed across the road. He parallel parked the car on the side of the road, got off the car, crossed the road briskly and walked towards a butcher’s shop.

He opened the entrance door of the shop. On getting inside, at the left side of the shop, one could see skinned lambs hanging in all its freshness. And at the right were two cylindrical logs of wood about three feet long, planted vertically to chop and mince meat. On one side of the log was a table, on top of which was a balance and there was a drawer below. In the corner of the table on the wall was a hook, over which was an apron, hanging with bloodstain and stink.

The young billionaire walked over to the table, pulled the apron from the hook, and tied it over his expensive suit. He then dragged the stiff drawer below the table and took the huge butcher’s knife. He walked over to the other side of the room where the fresh skinned lambs hung. He selected a leg portion of one of the lambs and expertly parted it from the rest of its body and carried it to the log. He placed it over the log and started to mince the meat with excellent professionalism and concentration, qualities seen in people who thoroughly enjoy what they do.

The owner of the shop entered from the cold room that was behind the front area of the shop. He was wondering at the sound of the rhythmic mincing of meat, as there was nobody except him to do the job. He moved his heavily bloated body, which looked sixty, with a round chubby face, having spent most of his life as a butcher. He pushed hard the hanging lambs, making way for him to see who was at the log. The butcher was totally taken back at what he saw: a posh young man mincing his meat.

The butcher yelled, Hey! What do you think you are doing in my shop?

There was no response from the young man, who was totally engrossed in mincing the meet.

The butcher moved his body hastily toward the young man and put his massive hand on the shoulder of the billionaire and shook him violently.

The young man was startled. He turned and looked at the butcher. For a second he was so confused. It took some time for him to realize what was happening. And when he did, he was wondering what a butcher’s knife was doing in his hand, with a dirty apron pulled over his expensive suit, his left hand groping all the meat that was minced and standing inside a butcher’s shop, surrounded by skinned lambs all over the place. What was most strange was the presence of a colossal butcher putting his massive hand over his shoulders and breathing so heavily over him.

The billionaire, profusely shaking his head knowing he had made some big mistake, said hesitantly, I… am sorry. I don’t exactly know what I am doing here. Saying the words, he started removing the apron, which revealed his exquisite suit.

The butcher was stunned to see how rich the man was. He started to apologize to the billionaire.

The young man took out his wallet, drew a couple of hundred pound notes, and thrust them into the butcher’s hand and rushed out of the shop.

The butcher stood staring at the bills in his hand, totally confused at what was happening.

The billionaire got out of the shop, crossed the street into his car, and stared blankly at the steering wheel, unable to digest what he did and nauseated at what he had just done.

He, Sir Louis, one of the richest in England, had just finished a fine work of mincing the meat, a person who had never held a knife before, except in his splendid dinner parties which he hosted for the dignitaries and billionaire from all around the world.

He just wondered what the hell was wrong with him.

The butcher, meanwhile, was examining the minced meat over the table. Soon he murmured, Damn, I have not done such fine work all these years.

CHAPTER 2

One year earlier

IT WAS SPRING. The sun brightly shone on the magnificent brass letters, Sir Louis, mounted on the huge cast-iron gates. The gates led into a long drive lined with tall pine trees. At the end of the drive, the road split into two, circling a huge mound of glittering grass to again meet at the entrance steps of the castle, The Castle of Glory.

The entrance steps ascended on to a podium, and to the rear center of the podium stood huge doors made of rosewood etched with fine carving and brass fittings which sparkled like gold.

The castle was built and landscaped on a land covering three hundred acres. The castle had four entrances. The first entrance on the north led to the drive while the second on the east led to the car garages in which were parked a dozen of the latest models from Rolls-Royce, Mercedes, Porsche, Ferrari, Jaguar, Lamborghini, Maybach and Bentley.

The third entrance on the west led to the stables in which around fifty of the best breeds of horses from around the world were housed.

The fourth entrance on the south led to a three-stepped terrain. The first had a huge swimming pool with a border of neatly laid wood panel. The second terrain had two tennis courts while the third sloped down into endless meadows.

The huge entrance doors led to a central hall, which was big enough to host a dinner for five hundred dignitaries. This hall was connected to passages which led to various rooms. The south end of the hall ended in steps, which ascended to the upper floors of the castle. The roof of the hall went to a height of a hundred feet ending with a glass dome with a base radius of twenty-five feet.

The interior of the castle was exquisite with several combinations of crystal chandeliers. Furniture was made with intricate carving, covered with the finest of leather and antiquities, each having a story to tell for itself. The walls of the castle were decorated with beautiful paintings by great names such as Leonardo da Vinci, Monet Claude, René Magritte, and Vincent van Gogh from different periods. In short, the castle’s interior was like that of a museum filled with the rarest of exhibits.

The castle had in its employment some of the very best personnel trained professionally in various fields of housekeeping, cooking, gardening and so on. All the personnel took their instructions from Mr. Bean, the butler.

All the personnel worked like the hands of the clock, seeing that everything was meticulously perfect and to the total satisfaction of one person, their master.

Sir Christopher Louis.

The personal butler of Sir Louis walked straight from the kitchen in the direction which led to the bedroom of his master. He was carrying a silver tray, rimmed with gold, on which was placed a cup of tea and a remote. On getting to the magnificent door, he placed the tray on a tall side stool and then pulled and perfected his suit. He opened the twin door slowly. He took the tray of tea, walked up to the huge brass bed, and stood by it. It was 5:57 am.

At exactly 6:00 am, Bean switched on the background music, which played a gentle classic of Mozart.

Sir Louis stretched himself on the comfort of his bed.

Good morning, Sir Louis, said Bean with all the gentleness.

Morning, Bean, how is the morning? saying the words, Louis got from his bed and moved toward the window.

It could not be better, sir.

Sir Louis took the cup of tea from the tray as Bean stood by his side. Louis glanced from his window at all the cars, which were washed, cleaned, and parked side by side in perfect order.

Sipping the fresh China tea he said, Splendid, are they not, Bean? The best a man can have. Look at them sparkle.

Definitely, Sir Louis, came an affirmative answer.

By the time Louis finished his tea, Bean stood ready with a morning riding suit.

The horses are ready and waiting for you, sir.

Louis took the riding suit and moved into the gold glazed bathroom, brushed, washed, wore the suit, and rushed across the castle, descending to the west entrance to reach the stable.

He walked through the aisle of the stable, closely followed by Bean and the horse trainer. Louis inspected his horses and patted them. They were nodding happily at the arrival of Louis.

How fit is the black? asked Louis.

The trainer shot back, Fit as the best could be. He waits for you, Sir

It was a routine for Louis to ride different horses, but his favorite was the black-colored stallion named Black.

Black stood majestically, waiting for Louis.

Louis came and patted Black and, in a swift movement, swung himself over the horse. Within seconds they disappeared into the vast meadows of the estate.

Bean and the trainer were dazed at the way he handled the horse although they