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From Love to Bingo


A 1 Minute Love Story Told in Images

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Creative Directors: André Kassu, Marcos Medeiros, Renato Simões
Art Director: Marcos Kotlhar
Copywriter: Sophie Schoenburg
Producer: Paranoid BR
Executive producer: Egisto Betti
Direction: Marcos Kotlhar / Cisma
Animation: Split Filmes, Marcos Kotlhar
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Soundtrack / Voice-Over Artist: Kito Siqueira
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Approval: Renata Simões

Recap 2015; Welcome 2016


The year 2015 has ended. We have started a New Year, 2016. Most of us have our resolutions ready for 2016. We are not sure whether they will get actualised or stay scribbled in our diary or mind. We plan every day and gain experience; – good and bad kind of and of some we actually don’t even bother about. Yet, I feel experience should always be appreciated.  It is a big step of learning.

For me, 2015 was a good year, mostly; exuberance all around. I imbibed the learning’s of 2014, and succeeded well barring a few exceptions. Whenever opportunity came knocking I left no stone untouched to make people smile along with the truth by my side.

Professionally I received appreciations from all quarters; clients, business associates, promoters and colleagues; I was accessed and had a financial growth.

The most remarkable incident personally has been starting this blog and this inculcated a new passion for blogging. I am now a blogger, a writer and an affiliate. This blog, NaughtAuthentic, won the title of Notable Newbie from BlogAdda, participated in Blog-A-Ton, Won WOW badges for Write over the weekend activity, endorsed brands for Blog Mint, participated and won contests on Indi Blogger.

Life showered a great deal of blessing in my relationships too. My bonding with my friends saw new heights. I was gifted t-shirts, perfumes, wallets and books. I partied hard through the year and I developed a new habit of exploring new places for the get-together. The finest was Hauz Khas Village.

This was my first year since 2001, I had spent the whole year in Delhi-  I drove 40,000 kilometres; drank thousands cups of coffee; added new clothes to my wardrobe; bought  a Dell notebook; attended wedding of a friend, watched only one movie – Piku in the theatre,  stopped watching TV, read 11 books and turned beardfella.

For 2016, I am not making any resolutions.  I have a target of playing a bigger role. It’s going to be a landmark year and I have aligned it with my ‘Mission2020’ and I am sure 2016 will add some immemorial achievements.

Wish everyone a great 2016 and Happy New Year!

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Dil ki deal story


I love surprises and my best friend knows well how to surprise me. This year not once but twice she did that. She sent me a Tommy Hilfiger Wallet a few days before Valentine’s Day and a hand written letter a few weeks later before fifth anniversary of our first meeting.

Every March and April I run very busy at work, with hardly any time to relax or to eat. I even worked on Sundays in these months. Suddenly at work it struck me that why don’t I reply to my best friend’s letter? I followed my heart. I wanted to make her feel special (as she made me feel). I wanted to do by words not by gifts. I pushed myself to paper and pen to write a poem for her. I felt it was a good way to show my affection towards her. I believe if written/composed correctly, a poem can bind a relationship forever.

I wrote a poem for my best friend. We have been friends for so long that I don’t even remember how many years have gone by. We’ve been through so much together and I know that whatever happens she’ll be the one person who will always be by my side! 🙂

Saw her over internet; met on the road;
Talked over the phone; proposed in the arms, unfold.
 In between, the high and low of life;
We rode the roller-coaster of our own scribe.

 Sometimes away; and mostly by my side;
She became my esprit, to energize.

 She liked my humor; I cherished her passion;
Whenever missed I’d kissed sans reason.
 The more we split our trust touched a new high;
I will love you, my best friend for the rest of my life!

I sent the poem to her the very next day. She called me up after she read the poem. The moment I heard her voice, I could make out that she was smiling. I know her so well that it was effortless for me to foresee her action. She was smiling and blushing throughout the phone conversation. She thanked me for writing a poem for her and suddenly there was a change in her voice, I could sense her eyes got filled with tears. She felt really special after reading the poem I sent her. It was something which she never expected. Just the way I treasure her letter, she treasures the poem written by me for her.

For me writing letters/notes/poems to my loved ones offer an experience that only my heart can understand. It makes me share my true feelings, sincere empathy, and zealous love, with deepest appreciation travelling from my heart through words.

“I am participating in the #DilKiDealOnSnapdealactivity at BlogAdda in association with SnapDeal.”

Expression of Love


This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 53; the fifty-third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with ​Soulmates: Love without ownership by Vinit K Bansal. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

The peck of blessings, the hug of care, the smile of affection
and the kiss of romance; all makes it sweeter
than it could ever be.

Chocolate is an emotion; an expression; an axiom.
It pronounces the undying feeling, without the phrase.

Every woman would vouch for such delightful gifts she had got
at the distinctive phase of life.

Her father gave it to the little princess; Brother to his lovely
doll.  A friend gave it to her with a tender smile to his gentle crush;
and her Prince to the charming Cinderella with
a kiss immemorial.

Wrap it in the paper or pack inside a box; it will speak only,
the language of love.


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Women need not be dependent – II


Man has lost an important collaborator who could have assisted him in his development, comforts and happiness…

What Have Men Achieved by Oppressing Women?

Who gained what by pushing woman to this pitiable state? Woman suffered a big loss but man did not gain from this either. By depriving woman of her basic human rights, she was forced into a state of constraints and helplessness but what did man get in return? He lost an important collaborator who could have assisted him in his development, comforts and happiness and landed in a situation where he has to carry her like a heavy load on his own shoulders.

Even today, supporting the family is the sole responsibility of man in larger part of the world. It consumes him completely and makes him pensive and worried. How precarious is the situation, becomes dear when a woman with four-five children becomes a widow at a young age. The savings from her husband’s earnings gets consumed on illness etc. After his death, the widow and children do not find a shelter anywhere – neither at parent’s place nor with the in-laws. Children are scorned at every step and when they somehow grow up amidst such deprivation and contempt they most often become uncivilized and uncouth.

Mother’s pain and agony knows no bounds. She lives like a corpse and somehow survives only under the compulsion of her affection towards her innocent children. There are numerous examples of such existence. Such plight presents its ugly face at almost every nook and corner and is a result of the insane and cruel custom where no opportunities are provided to woman for her education and independence. If she had also received these facilities, she would not have been a burden on anyone and would instead have been a helping hand in healthy development and advancement of the family-members.

If half the population lives as a cripple and the other half bears its burden then this situation is similar to that of a half paralysed sufferer. There is no comfort in this situation for either the healthy part or the paralysed part. It can be termed a big folly of the wise. Except meeting the shallow purpose of feeding man’s ego, it yields nothing to be pleased about and nothing that could assist in progress of the society and the nation. In fact it has impeded or retarded our ascent on most fronts.

It should be understood that by trampling his capable collaborator, man has only increased his own burden and introduced darkness in his own future. The purpose of sexual satisfaction, which was taken to its extremes and which was forced upon women, is not completely served either. In the entrapped state that woman is in, what can be conducted is only a rape. Pleasure is attained through dedicated cooperation and that happens only if proper attention is given to the development and comforts of the partner. Harmony can only be nurtured in the environment of service and gratitude and collaboration surely bears good fruit.

Immense Potential of Women:

Factually, woman’s proficiency, dexterity and capability is no less than that of man. She is forced to bear children and citing this as a proof of her weakness, is then oppressed. This burden can be easily lightened. By pledging celibacy, or maintaining small family of at most two children, many couples have saved themselves from carrying this burden and have used the conserved energy in assisting each other to achieve greater competency and happiness. In such a situation they become like two balanced wheels of a cart that carry the loaded cart over a long distance and they both thus make their existence more meaningful.

Wherever she has found opportunities, woman has awakened her dormant capabilities and proved that she is ahead of man in every field. In the field of education, women score better than men. Her skills in the areas of education, medicine, art and science are better than men. She is not behind in business and industry either. Her backwardness is not inborn. It has been forced upon her. If the noose around her is loosened and an opportunity is provided for her independent talent to emerge then the balance would surely tilt to her side. In all living creatures there is only a slight difference between males and females and it does not imply that one could be considered more capable than the other. Both have their own specialities and capabilities. Confluence of these is an example of the strength that lies in unity. It is difficult to fathom what man gained by crippling half the population but it is clear that he suffered a huge loss.

Woman symbolizes goddess Lakshmi but only if she has been nurtured with intensive cooperation and support. Her emotional strength, her patience, her motherly affection alone can nurture lasting happiness and peace along with materialistic progress.

The mistake of suppressing her potentials has been committed over a long period of time and it has caused extensive damage. Time has arrived to correct this mistake and to instil new traditions. Blame lies with man and hence he must atone first. In his zone of influence, he must inspire everyone to leave no stone unturned in uplifting and making women capable of becoming independent, cultured and full of self respect, so that the proof of their development becomes visible on all fronts of familial, social and global rise.

Courtesy: Pandit Shriram Sharma Acharya and Dr. Pranav Pandya

Promise


Promise

Saw her over the internet;
met on the road;
talked over the phone;
proposed in the arms, unfold.

In between, the high and low
of life;
we rode the roller-coaster
of our own scribe.

Sometimes away; and
mostly by my side;
she became my esprit,
to energize.

She liked my humour;
I cherished her passion;
whenever missed
I’d kissed sans reason.

The more we split
our trust touched a new high;
I’ll love you, my sweetheart
for the rest of my life!

The Friend’s Wednesday Series – VIII 

This post is dedicated to my beloved friend on the fifth anniversary of our first meeting!