Dear God, It's me, Steve Jobs. It has been

Dear God, It's me, Steve Jobs. It has been 14 years since I faked my death and frankly,

I'm not very happy with how my company Apple is going. Looking from where I sit, in my mansion on my private island, it is clear that the current CEOs are not planning ahead.

I think I'll sell my shares in Apple and invest in the Banana company. I have been reading through the fundamental research and analysing the technical charts. I believe Banana to

be able to provide genuine high quality devices the audience will adore. Plus, I like Banana's logo. At least it doesn't have a bite in it. So I hopped in my Apple car to visit

my uncle at the fruit farm. He was employed there to build the Apple cars, but the farm had the monopoly of all other fruit associated products: Apple, Banana, Orange, Lemon, Peach

and surprisingly enough, the farm had engineered trees that grew sheep. We had tried turning these sheep into cars, but my uncle and I decided we should stick to apples instead.

We used apples for the wheels. A giant apple hollowed out for the cab. A juicer under the bonnet that harnessed the power of apple juice to power it. & Apple peelings as body work.

We tried to register a trademark but the most appropriate name & logo were already taken. In frustration, our engineer mounted the newly invented Apple Car & mushed it into a tree.

But I hated that. It was actually destroying what I thought of our company as. It wasn't a freaking tree-demolishing company. It was the future of human transportation.

But I couldn't stop what it had started. All our work, all our planning & investment...gone in only moments. When I look back on it, I realize it was a blessing in disguise.