Aamir Khan clarifies after his AI-generated poster as Guru Nanak goes viral
Aamir Khan's team strongly denied the actor's involvement in the viral AI-generated poster that falsely depicted the actor as Guru Nanak Dev. The matter became a point of online chatter after a fake YouTube channel impersonating a popular music company circulated the fabricated content, sparking outrage.As per Bhaskar English, Pritpal Singh Baliawal filed a complaint with the SGPC (Shiromani Gurdwara Parbandhak Committee), calling it a 'deliberate conspiracy to provoke the Sikh community and disturb religious harmony.'
advertisementAn official statement from Aamir Khan's spokesperson clarified, "The poster showing Aamir Khan as Guru Nanak is completely fake and AI-generated. Aamir Khan has no connection to any such project. He holds the highest respect for Guru Nanak and would never be part of anything disrespectful. Please don't fall for fake news."
As per reports, Pritpal Singh Baliawal urged the Punjab Police, Cyber Cell, and national security agencies to trace the IP and MAC addresses of those behind the incident, demanding swift arrests and criminal action. He also called upon Aamir Khan Productions to "immediately publicly condemn this fraud" and clarify their non-involvement.Meanwhile, on the work front, Aamir Khan was last seen in 'Laal Singh Chaddha'. He is currently gearing up for 'Sitaare Jameen Par', which is set to release on June 20.Must Watch
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