Video As It Was Always Meant To Be

When I say YouTube killer, I don't mean to say, one day you go to YouTube.com and it is not there. No. It will still be there.

There was King Akbar, and his Prime Minister Birbal. Akbar said, "Birbal, here is a stick. Make it shorter. But you may not touch it." The penalty was death.

Birbal put a longer stick next to that stick and said: "There. It is shorter now."

That is what I mean. I will not touch YouTube. It will still be there. But it will be the smaller ocean.

It is said, beneath the ocean beds lie oceans that are much larger than the oceans we know.

Photo taking and photo sharing became so easy with smartphones, we have seen an explosion. A few decades back, for families and individuals getting your photo taken used to be a trip to the local studio. Photo taking was an entire business. You got your photo taken once a year, perhaps.

Video production is too much of an elite experience. Like photo taking used to be. Manual video editing is an art form. But it is also a chore. It is a test of patience. Yes, you finally figured out how to create that 10-minute clip. But if it takes five hours to produce, will you still produce it? A test of patience.

Enter AI video editing. Video editing should be as easy as photo taking.

We do that and we create a new ocean of videos. YouTube will still be large, but it will start looking like Lake Michigan.

When video editing becomes effortless, it will birth new industries. You are looking at new kind of news. Not man bit dog news. But news of the ordinary celebrations. You will see a Hollywood in every language.

Video as it was always meant to be.

YouTube’s Epic Demise (That Won’t Actually Kill It): Birbal’s Stick, Underwater Oceans, and the AI That Turns Your Uncle’s Barbecue Into a Blockbuster

In the court of Emperor Akbar the Great, the emperor handed his wisest minister a stick and growled, “Make it shorter. No touching.” Birbal, without missing a beat, laid a much longer stick beside it and declared, “Behold! It is shorter now.” Centuries later, a new Birbal has emerged from the silicon swamps of AI, and this time the stick is YouTube.

You see, the plan isn’t to nuke YouTube.com. That would be too obvious, too messy, and probably involve lawyers. No, the YouTube Killer is far more elegant. YouTube will still exist, still proudly displaying its recommended rabbit holes of conspiracy theories and unboxing videos. It will simply wake up one morning, look around, and realize it is now the size of Lake Michigan—charming, sure, but dwarfed by an ocean so vast that oceanographers are already calling it “the Mariana Trench of cat videos.”

Let us travel back in time, dear reader, to the Dark Ages of 2004. Back then, if you wanted your photo taken, you dressed like you were attending the Oscars, schlepped to a studio, and paid a man with a mustache the price of a small goat for three prints and a complimentary comb-over. Then Steve Jobs stuffed a camera into every pocket and suddenly your cousin’s lunch became “content.” An explosion of pixels. A deluge of duck-face selfies. Photography went from elite ritual to reflex.

Video, however, remained the snobby aristocrat of the media world. Want to make a ten-minute clip? Better clear your calendar, sell a kidney, and sacrifice a goat to the Editing Gods. Manual video editing is not a hobby; it is a test of patience so brutal it makes medieval monks look like ADHD influencers. You spend five hours color-correcting, cutting, and cursing at your software, only to discover the final masterpiece is upside-down and features your cat photobombing the entire thing in 4K glory.

Enter AI video editing, the lazy genius we never knew we needed. One prompt—“Turn this 45-minute rant about my neighbor’s lawn into a snappy trailer with dramatic music and exploding emojis”—and poof. Done. No more wrestling with timelines. No more learning 47 keyboard shortcuts that only exist to make you feel stupid. Video production is about to become as effortless as taking a selfie while pretending you’re not taking a selfie.

And when that happens? Oh, sweet chaos.

Beneath the calm surface of today’s internet lie oceans of untapped footage: the 37-second clip of your dad attempting the floss at a wedding, the 12-minute saga of Aunt Linda’s attempt to assemble IKEA furniture while narrating like David Attenborough, the raw, unfiltered footage of every toddler discovering gravity for the 47th time. AI will not merely edit these; it will birth them into existence at industrial scale.

The result? A new ocean so enormous that YouTube will look like a charming little puddle where people still go to watch “man bites dog” stories because they can’t handle the sheer volume of “ordinary celebrations” flooding the rest of the planet.

Picture it: local news channels replaced by hyper-local AI news. Not “Man bites dog,” but “Susan from 142 Oak Street celebrates her 50th birthday with a cake that looks suspiciously like her ex-husband—full cinematic breakdown at 11.” Every language will have its own Hollywood. Every teenager with a smartphone will be the next Scorsese. Every grandma will drop a 90-minute epic about her garden gnomes that somehow wins an Oscar in the new category: “Best Picture That Was Filmed Entirely in One Take While Yelling at the Wi-Fi.”

Video, as it was always meant to be: raw, instant, and gloriously pointless. No more gatekeepers. No more “you need patience.” Just pure, uncut humanity—edited by robots so we don’t have to suffer the indignity of effort.

YouTube will still be there, of course. Still collecting ad revenue. Still recommending that one video from 2012 about a raccoon stealing a bag of chips. But next to the new ocean? It’ll look adorably quaint, like that one stick Birbal left lying on the ground while the longer one stole the show. The revolution will not be televised.

It will be AI-edited, auto-captioned, and uploaded before you finish your coffee.

And somewhere, Akbar is nodding approvingly, saying, “Birbal, you magnificent bastard. You’ve done it again.”