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Firdausi was a famous Iranian poet. He felt very sorry when the king of Iran offered him a monetary award for his work. He decided to leave his kingdom instead.
Here I was with another Firdausi. It was 6th of March. It was Holi of 2015. It was first time when I celebrated a Holi with total strangers belonging to all castes and religions. This was first Holi when me, and my two sisters-one elder to me and another younger to me – were very sad still very happy to be together when no one was around us known to us.
It was a famous premise of a private Hospital in the Varanasi, the city of Ghats. This Hospital is famous for handling critical patients, my younger sister was admitted here.
We three decided to let others from our family celebrate the Holi and sent them all home. Considering there are kids and its very big festivals, we three stick together for each other and let others make kids happy at home. We, in a way, felt very happy to be together in an ICU of the Hospital and felt a bit of pride in making others happy on the occasion of the Holi.
But suddenly, I realised there is only one nurse taking care of whole floor where all ICUs were present. She was busy, she was tired, she was alone, but she was still humble and dutiful. She was Firdausi. She was not getting irritated like the other nurses, neither she was showing unnecessary attitude.
We all think that if someone celebrate festivals of other religion then only she can be true secular. But what if someone from other religion offers help to people of other religion so that they can celebrate their colorful festival with their loved ones. Is not she a true secular? In my opinion she is.
This is what our Firdausi did. She did not go to home, not because she does not like Holi. On contrary she had enjoyed a lot her previous Holis. But this was her first year in the Hospital and she offered to stay back. She let the Hindu people go home and celebrate Holi. In fact she insisted on staying back alone when another Hindu nurse offered to stay back to give her a company.
She kept running whole day. At last, evening came and few nurses and a doctor came to the third floor ICUs. They brought sweets and sat in the office just outside the ICUs. Someone claimed “let me take the sweet first,I am a Brahmin” . She, our Firdausi, interrupted and said “take sweets first on the Eid, I am tired and hungry I am going to have it first”. Everyone laughed and they all ate together. In fact doctor had promised that he would offer sweet to my ill sister. He did offer her a sweet but advised not to eat it. So I had it at last.
This was our Firdausi. Who did not leave but fought and won. I wish Iranian Firdausi could have stayed and taught some good lesson to his king too. Nevertheless I got to learn another meaning of Secularism. A meaning which might have taken years to sink, sunk in, just in one day. I felt delighted by this act and new meaning of the Secularism. I wish one day we can all learn this meaning of Secularism too.