Zafarullah Kakar

The Last Superstars (eBook, ePUB)

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Produktbeschreibung

The year changed into 1989. A young guy from Delhi, driven by ambition and goals, stepped foot into the glitzy international of Mumbaithe metropolis wherein everything seemed feasible, but where only some should ever honestly make a mark. Little did anybody realize then that this man, Shah Rukh Khan, could rise to become not only a megastar but also the megastar of an entire era, earning the name of "King Khan." His journey from a small-metropolis boy to the reigning monarch of Bollywood became not anything short of extraordinary.

Shah Rukh Khan, ever the modest one, once regarded on Anupam Kher's talk display, Kuch Bhi Ho Sakta Hai, where he made a striking statement: "I am the ultimate of the stars." At first look, it sounded like the traditional self-deprecating humor of an actor who had risen to unprecedented heights. But upon deeper reflection, and within the context of the hastily evolving international we find ourselves in nowadays, his phrases deliver a weight some distance past their casual shipping.

In this book, we'll discover why SRK's declaration might not simply be a mirrored image of his very own greatness, however a prescient statement about the future of cinema, entertainment, and stardom. As we stand at the precipice of a technological revolutionone led through synthetic intelligence (AI)the very belief in "superstars" may additionally quickly be an element of the past. In the not-so-remote future, AI could take over the roles that have been once reserved for human expertise. From scripting to acting, from tune composition to cinematography, AI will soon be capable of doing all of it.

This book is a journey into that destinya future in which an individual, working from the comfort of their home, could create complete films, layout characters, generate plots, and even compose songsall with the assist of artificial intelligence. Will we ever see some other Shah Rukh Khan upward push to reputation in the same manner once more? Will human creativity be replaced through the precision and performance of machines? Or is the magic of human connection, the electricity of an actor's presence, something that AI can never replicate?

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Fareed Ullah
• Erscheinungstermin: 25. November 2024
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9798230664826
• Artikelnr.: 72265104

Autorenporträt

Zafarullah kakar , an oriental writer, who lives in a far flung village of Kalazai in Balochistan province of Pakistan, is a totally beautiful person. His memories show the dark colours of reality, love, psychology and social existence.

Tries to introduce Zafarullah kakar, his village surroundings performs a first-rate function in the back of his intelligence and potential to put in writing.

Through Zafarullah's testimonies, he takes us into the heritage of his village lifestyles, in which he fantastically portrays the traditions and hardships of the commonplace human beings. In their transcendent fashion, the listener feels that they put their heart into their paintings and promote justice and love.

Zafarullah's tales ought to consequently attain the arena, so that people can better recognize their inner and social hell via them. His phrases must be valued in each language and tradition, so that everybody can get hold of love and mild from him.

To my mum, dad, and instructors. Their lessons are alive and the journey is going on.

The names of the brothers, Najeeb and Kaleem, who enabled this book to be published.

Here are a few Stories (Fiction) I have for you.

However, I'm not entirely sure. Here are a handful of tales, some based on true situations, some not.

Since I find writing to be difficult. I cherished reading and listening to stories all of them, very few. I will create my own writing. Then I started writing with the pen. That was the initial step. I wish my mother tongue were Urdu(I started this in Urdu language,national language of Pakistan.and my own language is Pashto). If only it could be a language.

However, it did occur. In addition, I could not resist giving my salutations to Urdu poets and writers in every genre.

It took me ten years to write this book, but it will take much less time to read

.These are our eastern stories of South Asia. You will find simplicity in it. But when you read it, it will prepare you to know more about us.

Why I couldn't publish it in such a long time. Maybe it was because I didn't know the way. There was no platform in sight. I belong to a poor and resource-poor region. Not all people in the world have the same lives.

These stories are ours own, I wrote them for my people. But then I thought that literature has no borders.