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 Category:  Humor Fiction
  Posted: May 9, 2020      Views: 72

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Hell hath no fury like royalty scorned
"Car-mic Retribution" by Praveen J.



In the early 1900s, the kingdom of Patiala in North India was renowned for its insanely rich, whisky-swigging, polo-playing, moustachioed Maharajas. The kingdom was blessed to be located on the fertile plains irrigated by no less than five Himalayan rivers. It was truly the land of plenty. The taxes from the bountiful harvests kept the royal family in perpetual good spirits.
Patiala came to the attention of the British King George V because the Patiala polo team routinely beat the British Viceroy's team in India. In 1930, King George V, whose official title was King of the United Kingdom and the British Dominions, and Emperor of India, requested the Maharaja of Patiala for a loan of his best polo player. The Maharaja graciously agreed, and thus, it came to pass that the Indian player, General Chanda Singh, won the Polo Cup for the British king, defeating the Spanish royal team.
The Maharaja of Patiala had travelled to London to witness the match. Feeling mischievous one afternoon, he went for a stroll alone on Pall Mall, wearing civilian clothes. He was looking for nothing more than wine, woman and song, but when he spied the showroom of Rolls Royce, he was mesmerized. The famed motorcar had captured the imagination of royalty around the world. The Maharaja also wanted one to add to his collection of Fords and Cadillacs. However, when he entered the showroom, the reception he received was, well let's just say, characteristically British. The salesman in his sharp Savile Row suit visibly cringed when the brown-skinned man walked in. The Maharaja's queries were coldly dismissed, and he was advised to seek out a fine British bicycle for his transportation needs. When the peeved Maharaja asserted his royal status, the Rolls Royce staff that had collected to watch the spectacle only laughed.
Seething with rage, the embarassed Maharaja had no choice but to return to his hotel. The next morning, he donned his royal regalia and marched his retinue to the same showroom. This time however, the Chief of Staff of King George V accompanied the Maharaja. The reception could not have been more different. The CEO of Rolls Royce was waiting in person to receive the Indian royalty. The salesmen apologised profusely to the Maharaja begging his forgiveness. The Maharaja promptly turned around and walked out but not before he had signalled his intention to purchase all the five cars in the showroom. The sales staff were obviously relieved at having narrowly averted a colossal diplomatic blunder. The CEO was thrilled to have pulled off a big sale. 
A few months later, the cars arrived at the palace in Patiala, India. The Maharaja was delighted to see the gleaming Rolls Royce Phantoms. Having admired them for a few minutes, he summoned his minister of sanitation and instructed him to use these cars for garbage collection across the kingdom. It was a storied pageant for the citizens to see the Phantoms laden with garbage, driving through the city. They also drove home the old adage, cleanliness is next to godliness.

Royalty writing prompt entry

Writing Prompt
Write about the theme royalty.

Author Notes
In Hindi, the national language of India, a King is known as a Raja. A King of Kings is known as a Maharaja. The Viceroy for all practical purposes was the supreme authority in British India, representing the British monarch.
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