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Chat GPT rocks the digital world with its immense potential. Sam Altman, CEO of open AI, released chat GPT as if needed assurance of the unpredictable nature of the disruption just launched.

The inevitable happened. Our morning dailies continued exaggerating its influence on modern societies, education, and businesses. Students began to use it to write their resumes and SOPs (statement of purpose), and the writer's group continued to emphasize their loss of passive income thanks to this generative malware (as few would call it).

There is another group that has an uncanny ability to sniff the latest trends. Their mantra was simple FOMO, fear of missing out. This fear had fuelled their desire to succeed. They trotted along with the trendsetters. These visionaries embraced the latest trends. Thriving on their instincts and reveling in what others were hesitant to accept.
Going into the depths of the internet world, I came across this sign board fostering a culture of creativity, posted by some netizens. It sent me into peals of laughter. "Chai GPT (Genuinely Pure Tea)."





Like most on the internet are you wondering where we can have "Chat GPT (Great Panipuri Tikia.)."

Ever since, I have decided to create opportunities head-on, knowing best that age is just a number and creativity is the bottom line for any inspiration. Be it AI, its application, or otherwise.


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