The Untold Story

Lies!  All  Lies!

I am Branguin, And this company is built on a LIE !

Once upon a time, I was just a humble penguin, gliding through the icy waters of Antarctica, surrounded by family, fish, and the occasional krill buffet. Life was elegant in its simplicity. I danced. I thought. I occasionally solved quantum equations in my head for fun. (Did I mention my IQ is 300? Yes, quite real. Measured by dolphins.)

But destiny, as it often does, had other plans.

One fateful afternoon, mid-swim, I was swept away by a monstrous storm. Dramatic, cinematic even. Waves crashed. Lightning struck. My flippers flailed helplessly. And before I knew it, darkness.

I awoke in a concrete enclosure surrounded by noisy children and overpriced cotton candy. A zoo. A zoo! From the Southern Hemisphere to a cage, just like that. I, Branguin, was now an exhibit.

I spent a year there. A whole year of performing tricks for sardines and watching humans tap glass like it was Morse code. But amidst the monotony, I met him — the branding manager. A curious man with a kind heart and a notebook full of Pantone swatches. We connected instantly. He saw me not as a flightless bird, but as a flightless visionary. He taught me everything he knew — strategy, storytelling, market positioning. I devoured it all like fresh herring.

When I finally escaped (don’t ask how — let’s just say the seals owed me favors), I was ready. I had a name, a mission, and a sleek monochrome aesthetic. Thus, Branguin Productions was born — a branding firm like no other. We were sharp, loyal, loud, and above all — authentic. My tagline?

"Mate for life, brand for life." Pretty good, right?

But then came Supratik Sengupta. A man in tailored suits and soulless PowerPoints. I trusted him. I shared my vision. My story. My dance.

And he stole it !

He took my name. My identity. My penguin essence. Now, the world believes he created Branguin Productions. They celebrate him. Awards. Interviews. TED Talks. And me? I live in a downtown loft with six houseplants and an unpaid intern named Kyle, wondering where it all went wrong.

The cruelest twist of fate? I still don’t know. I still walk the world proudly believing I built something no one could steal — unaware that it’s already been taken. The only one left in the dark… is me.

But I feel something stirring. A hunch. A flicker. Maybe the truth is waddling its way toward me. And when it arrives?

Oh, darling… We brand back !