Nerdee_Wanna_Bee

I'm thinking about writing in quotes, apparently that much time people have to read these days. 

Sitting under the light produced by Tesla, solving the bugs in software made by some other guy and abusing in the mind as reading his/her code. Smoking a  cigarette after every bug solved and hoping that there will be a drinking party in the night, which could make the day better. But someone is missing, someone with whom he can share everything that happens in his/her day, maybe it's because of the sex ratio of the nation he is living in, but then he thinks that this is not missing, the missing thing is having fun, the adrenaline rush which he gets out of hitting a sixer of great timing with the bat, a small joke spoken at the right time which makes everyone burst into laughter, an important point spoke infront of the higher management where he/she works, a perfectly laid shot while making a superb layup shot in a basketball match, playing a tune perfect as if played by the same man who wrote it, riding a horse, etc. He thinks this is the craving he is missing, how does he get th

In the night, on a tree, there are small balls of fire on wood and hairs of green, but still, everything is so quiet and peaceful.

Stage without a showman is like an empty bottle filled with sea water and fish.

Beneath the pressure of trillions of liters of water, there lies a creature who has not been awakened until a plastic bottle hits it on its head, in fury it eats the bottle, an imaginable reaction takes place in its stomach and with amazing force and with transparent plastic shit flying all around it explodes and plastic shit man is born, he will fight the devil creatures of the sea and save the nice fishes from the tyranny of sea villains.

Long long distance away, in a small mobile, when a user starts to use an app more and more, System app say's please close it, close it or else software bug monster will come and you will never be able to use the app as it is, same again.

A frustrated software engineer sitting on his desk, frustrated by reading code fixing bugs in the software, a window opens up and the wind comes inside and with it comes the sweet sound of a harp, employee follows it, it's a man on the flying harp and playing it with fingers of his bare feet.

After heavy rain, and millions of years of sleeping, fueled by the river, a monster rises the "Mudslider", he comes sweeping down from the mountains with a ferocious appetite and eats up everything in its path, whole jungles and a village.

Once there was a child, he had a bike, he fell near a radioactive plant, his bike absorbed some of the radioactive elements and turned into a mutant bike. In the night when the boy was sleeping his bike would grow wings and become a superhero and save the world.

Read the previous chapter here... Man: Sorry, I cannot tell you how to find God. Old Man: Why not? Man: Because I do not believe in God. Old Man: What do you believe in, then? Man: I believe in science, although I also think that we could've all been created by aliens, that they would've sent a meteor or something to earth with life on it. Old Man: Ok, can you at least tell me how to find peace then? Man: You could meditate. Old Man: Do you know how to meditate? Man: Yes Old Man: Can you teach me? Man: Yes Old Man: From when can we start? Man: Now. The man starts his lessons with the old man, the boy and Vikaar decides to leave, it was getting dark. Next day, the man comes with the briefcase, there are people already waiting for him. People: Please, show us the photos Man: Here The man hands them the photos. People starts to go through them. People: Photo's look good, how are we supposed to start. The man takes out documents from his briefcase an

Read the previous chapter here... People: How can we build using the available resources? Man: First what do you wanna build? People: We wanna build a proper sitting place, a bathroom and proper water supply. Man: Ok we can build all of this using, unused tires. People: What, tires? Man: Yes tires and some other materials, which are on this list. The man takes out a list from his pocket and gives it to them. People go through the list. People: We have all these materials, but we do not understand how one can build houses of tires, and if we assume we can build houses out of tires are they stable enough? Man: The methods, design principles and philosophy that we are going to follow is that of "Earthship Biotecture", this allows you to build highly efficient buildings using recyclable materials. People: But we have never seen buildings of tires? Are there other buildings that you can show us? Man: Yes, I can People: Please, show us. Man: I'll bring some pho

Read the previous chapter here... Man: No, I can't do that. Vikaar: Why? Man: Because this is my school. Boy: But can't we tell people, what we learned here? Man: You can do whatever you like. Vikaar: I'll see you tomorrow. Man: Ok. Vikaar leaves, Man continues, writing lessons with the boy. Next day, the boy and Vikaar return with some people. Vikaar: Sir, these are some people who want to talk to you. Man: Yes, what about? People: Vikaar and boy spoke very highly of you, and said that this man can teach our children to be something great. Man: I am here to teach only. People: We will send our children here if you make a building and proper sanitation facilities. Man: I will do nothing of that sort if my students need something I can show them the way to achieve that. People: But we do not want to teach our children to do the hard labor of building. Vikaar: But can't you teach these people to build? Man: Yes I can. People: But we do not have time