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Will Anna Sebastian Periyal get justice?

I wrote in length about the terrible tragedy of death of Anna Sebastian Periyal in my story Be the Senior you needed when you were a junior : How one simple idea could change the world.Many of you asked me for a dedicated  post to Anna, with the reserved question, will she and many other exploited workers in India today ever get justice? Or rising unemployment levels will allow the greedy to  fill their corporate coffers without any shame  or remorse. First Published on 01/10/2024 22:33 It has been several months since the tragic death of Anna Sebastian Periyal, a young Ernst & Young (EY) employee, shook the corporate world. Her passing was tied to the toxic work culture at EY, particularly during her auditing assignment for Bajaj Auto, where excessive pressure and untenable work conditions reportedly contributed to her demise. As her story gained widespread attention, the question remains: Will Anna get justice in this world driven by greed and selfishness? --- Why...
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The Sirens of September by Zeenath Khan: Love, loyalty and the fall of Hyderabad in 1948

What happens when a teenage girl stands at the crossroads of history and heartbreak? The Sirens of September by Zeenath Khan is a sweeping historical novel set during Hyderabad’s 1948 annexation. Through Farishteh’s journey from privilege to uncertainty, the book explores loyalty, espionage, love and loss, offering an intimate portrait of a city and a family under siege. What happens when history knocks on your front door? Have you ever wondered how it feels when the world you trust begins to crumble quietly, almost politely, before it collapses all at once? On 31 December 1946, Farishteh Ali Khan is fourteen, clever, observant, and raised within the gilded safety of aristocratic Hyderabad. Her grandfather moves in circles close to the Nizam and General El Edroos, commander of the armed forces. Decisions about sovereignty are discussed over tea. Maps are unfolded. Rumours travel faster than telegrams. And outside those palaces, a nation is being born. The Sirens of September , publ...

Spill the Tea: Staying quiet to keep the peace

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