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Anarkali as a Metaphor: From Love to Data

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Oh, dear Anarkali — the girl who pranced in Mughal courts, made even the powerful Salim clad in amour break into mushy poet and wore rebellion like the kohl in her eyes. She flowed like silk, spoke like poetry and dared emperors for a love that knows no boundaries. But let’s get real — she’d never last five minutes in the age of AI. Picture her in 2025, swiping left on men who post “sapiosexual” in their bios, evading unsolicited DMs from “investors” on LinkedIn, ChatGPT auto-generating love letters for those whose mans can’t spell “ghazal.” Anarkali would be canceled before her jhumkas could twinkle.  Courtly Intrigue vs. Algorithmic Accuracy In a time and palace far, far away, Anarkali breezed through whispers and political mines with the elegance of a mehfil thumri. Today? The instant she's sliding into the DMs of Prince Salim, w ith a suggestive “Ishq hai toh dikhayiye,  Meta’s AI warns  "emotionally manipulative behaviour” and flags her as a potential bot. She's shad...

Courtesans in the Age of AI: When Algorithms Imitate Intimacy

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Once, by the lamp’s soft, flickering oil light and to the sound of a well-sung thumri, she had the full attention of kings and poets, scholars and philosophers. Draped in silk fabrics, smelling of attar, she was not just an entertainer, but an intellectual, an artist, a provocateur. She wielded power gracefully, and her wit was sharper than the jewelry she wore. She was not a wife, nor a concubine, but something more ethereal: a woman that chose how, and with whom, to share her brilliance. Fast forward to today - a time of machine learning and algorithmic companions. We share our secrets with machines where we are told those machines will listen, seeking comfort in curated responses rather than pooling our ideas together and fixing one another in shared glances. As AI attempts to create an unprecedented simulation of intimacy, we might ask ourselves, are we witnessing the reemergence of the courtesan, but this time not in flesh and spirit but in code and simulation? Or are we diluting ...