Buddha's Brain Novels & Stories

Doctor Bill explained, “There are eighty-six billion brain cells in the human brain. Of these, an infinitely small portion of them handle cognitive flexibility. His frontal lobes and left and right hemisphere for mathematics became active when he woke up from coma. That is why he is a genius now.” Goose bumps ravaged Eva as she sat down to listen keenly, “In order words my brother is now a mathematics genius. Is that what you are talking about?” “You can say that again, Eva. Listen, I am a neurosurgeon. I know how this thing works. Brian is not just good in music alone but he is a super genius in mathematics now.” Eva was left gaping at doctor bill before she asked, “Is this for real? This i

He asked me, pulling a drawer open and handing a small, transparent box filled with white powder to me. "How did you even come up with this?" I received the box, scanning it via the barrier. He walked a few steps behind me and pulled another drawer open. "This here, is a scan of my brain." He handed the laminated scan result to me. It had four different pictures, from four different views. "The first two are from when I was ten, the other two were done last year from when I was seventeen." He explained, "to avoid unnecessary biology talk, I have a brain that allows me to be smarter than my peers three times."

He then pointed out the necessary information and uses of the equipment. "Are you ready, Anna?" Asked Mr. Faiz, bracing himself, but she just smiled, and made rote apologies about not listening to his explanation earlier, how could she when Harry's been eyeing him. "My point is, the human brain was akin to a supercomputer built on top of a clunker. The clunker was your primitive, reptilian, survival brain. The supercomputer does your proper thinking, is logical, fair, and kind. When you are afraid, the bandwidth of your supercomputer gets used up, leaving the clunker to do all your thinking for you. You go from outstanding to primal and basic in a heart-beat, and this device can do way more

she said regretfully. “But I shall catch up once I reach .” I smiled. We both knew how busy she was. But the thought that she had understood, was enough for me. * Brian was another person who I could open my heart to. A non-judgemental Buddhist monk now, he was the one who asked me about Lucien. Brian, my friend from Bhutan, was more specific. “What does Delano say?” he asked. I met his cool eyes, calm and serene. He was now sporting a shaved head and I could make out his maroon robes.