The things we lose in the fire...

Today i was doing my shopping in one of the busiest and most overcrowded shopping areas(also called a market) of Bahrain. All the shops that are there are small, practically running into each other and encroaching onto the road. Along the road there was this garment shop selling cheap underwears and lingerie(and i wasn't looking at the lingerie). There was this guy sitting in a galli next to the shop. Up to until i got next to him, i thought he was a beggar. Only when i got close did i realize that he was trying to paint the cemented area around a plant that was growing next to the wall. His 'paint' was oil dipped in burnt coal. I watched him for a while, enjoying the zest with which he was painting the cemented area, i guess he loves that plant alot. Any other guy would have thought him mad, sitting in the dirt and doing what he was doing, but not me and not today. I felt these are the small things that make us human and these small things are what makes lesser human beings happy. That man was poor enough to not be able to afford a Iphone to make him happy and probably he doesnt even care, but I could see the smile on his face when he was done with the painting. That plant is so darn lucky!!!
Maybe these small things are what makes us (the better humans) happy too. Long ago i had realized that to let the kid in you play around doesn't actually get favorable responses from anybody but it makes you happy. Doing things like using a swing efficiently enough to make a kid go red with inferiority complex or to shout around when your favorite actor comes on screen in a movie theater, to make the old woman sitting next to you wonder, whether you are an overgrown human from another planet. People would ridicule, but deep down inside they are also longing, asking themselves "Hey bozo, when is the last time, you did something really crazy that made you happy" and most always the answer is a 'long time ago'.
When i got home, i heard the news of the Delhi bomb blasts along with the death and the injury count. I don't know whether i should feel anger or sympathy for those sadistic people who found happiness in blowing people like the market guy i saw today. They killed people who had nothing to do with the religious battle and probably those small people didn't even have a religion. Probably there was among the dead, someone who was happy with the fact that he had a plant he should care for, the terrorists destroyed the solace of his life and the obsession, his plant. The ad crazy news channels were showing off images of a poor girl in bandages crying and running towards her family. She had 'almost' lost her life there. What would you do when you get a second chance at life? We use our life to the max to make us and make those around us happy.But we never see life in that light, atleast not all of us, there are so many things that we hold dear, our parents, our friends, our likes and dislikes. Its those simple things such as emotions that matter and that makes us the most happy.I went out today and i saw the beggar child i had refused to give any money yesterday and ended up giving her some. Maybe i felt bad about not giving her money or maybe hearing about the delhi blasts made me sympathetic and most certainly i would refuse her money the next week, but that simple gesture made me happy. It definitely would make anyone happy, but only if we want it to.
There are things we lost in the fire, lets just salvage some of it.