Why hand-rolled rotis cooked on a ghee-smeared tawa are irreplaceable

PUNTED into kitchens as a shortcut and a promise to ease chores, the roti-maker machine can flatten dough into flawless circles, each roti identical in shape, and cooked on heated electric plates.

But the rotis, puris and parathas flattened and shaped with a rolling pin held with flour-covered hands, and cooked on a ghee-smeared tawa, carry something no algorithm can replicate.

For the new cook, hand-rolled rotis emerge with uneven edges, jagged outlines like the crumbling, winding sections of the Great Wall of China; for the experienced, the pressure of fingers create near perfect circles. But the taste and aroma born of the warmth of human touch cannot be matched by any machine.

This is the difference between artificial intelligence (AI) and natural intelligence.

AI excels at precision, repetition, and scale. It can mimic patterns, predict outcomes, and deliver uniform perfection. Yet, it lacks the subtlety of human intuition – the ability to bend rules, to improvise, to infuse creation with emotion, thereby ensuring that even irregular shaped, buttery rotis taste divine.

AI may have democratised creativity, but human imagination, judgement, and lived experience remain irreplaceable. AI is breaking down the traditional barriers to artistic expression, making it possible for anyone to create high-quality art, music, or literature, regardless of their technical skills, formal training, or financial resources. Before AI arrived, if you had the outline for a newspaper article, a concept for a novel, a brilliant idea for a graphic or inkling for a song, your creative journey stopped there because the tools did not exist to create artificial – or false creativity.

And I dare say “false” because AI is not creativity; it is mimicry dressed up as genius. Creativity is born only of human struggle and natural spark. It cannot be reproduced. What machines churn out is polished plagiarism, while true imagination remains the exclusive province of the human mind.

Today, those who once couldn’t string two sentences together, have turned into fluent essayists, thanks to AI which can stitch words with mechanical ease within a split second. Never mind that any discerning reader can instantly spot the tell-tale fingerprints of ChatGPT, Grammarly, Jasper, or one of the countless other AI crutches propping up these instant writers.

AI now makes it possible for anyone to take a photograph, run it through a digital brush, and parade the result as a painting of their own. And the worse part of it, and which irks me, is that people are paying huge sums for what they believe is an original masterpiece, yet its true author was a camera lens, not a human hand. The machine becomes the unseen artist, while the buyer mistakes imitation for creation.

Even professionals, like lawyers, are being duped by AI. A Pietermaritzburg law firm, Surendra Singh and Associates, landed in serious trouble after citing AI-generated case studies that turned out to be fictitious. In January 2025, High Court Judge Elsje-Marie Bezuidenhout found that only two of nine cases cited actually existed, calling the conduct “irresponsible and downright unprofessional”. The firm was ordered to pay costs, and the matter was referred to the Legal Practice Council for investigation. And that, bluntly, is the price you pay for being lazy – trying to save time with a laptop instead of poring through voluminous law books where real precedent lives.

AI masquerades as if it is good at smoothing rough edges and filling gaps in human effort. Yet beneath this glittering surface lies a quiet erosion: the fading of independent thought, the weakening of natural creativity, the laziness of minds lulled into outsourcing imagination and painstaking research.

We see it everywhere, all the time. Videos of little cherub-cheeked children suddenly speaking in beautiful Tamil, like seasoned adults, their words too polished to be their own. Clips of toddlers who cannot yet walk, yet dancing intricate Bharatha Natyam or Kathak moves choreographed by algorithms. Images of faces that never existed, photographs of places that were never visited, voices that belong to no one.

AI can take the existing lyrics of golden oldie songs, tweak the tune just enough to sound “new”, layer in a cloned voice and then re-stage the whole performance with fresh scenery or digital backdrops. But no amount of effort in the digital studio can take away the beauty of the original rendering by Lata Mangeshkar or TM Sounderarajan, the magic that once spun at 78 or 33 RPM on scratchy records, carried by yesterday’s musical instruments and framed in black-and-white backdrops. Those imperfect grooves held more soul than any algorithm ever will.

In the workplace, AI drafts reports, analyses data, manages schedules, and even conducts job interviews. Efficiency has become the new deity, and the human spark is relegated to the margins.

Now let’s fast-forward a few decades, to around 2070 or so. The world will have grown we…