You are worth a lot..

This is one of those forwards, which my close friend shared with me sometime back. Every word is worth. Give it a read , when you have the time.



In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing the question......

"What kind of man are you looking for?"
She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye and asking.
"Do you really want to know?"
Reluctantly, he said, "Yes."

She began to expound... As a woman in this day and age, I am in a position to
ask a man what he can do for me that I can't do for myself. I pay my own bills.
I take care of my household without the help of any man. I am in the position to
ask, "What can you bring to the table?"

The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money.

She quickly corrected his thought and stated, " I am not referring to money. I
need something more." I need a man who is striving for perfection in every
aspect of life." He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and asked her to
explain.

She said, " I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection mentally
because I need conversation and mental stimulation. I don't need a simple-minded
man." I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection spiritually
because I don't need to be unequally yoked... believers mixed with unbelievers
is a recipe for disaster. I need a man who is striving for perfection
financially because I don't need a financial burden. I am looking for someone
who is sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman , but strong
enough to keep me grounded. I am looking for someone who I can respect. In order
to be submissive, I must respect him. I cannot be submissive to a man who isn't
taking care of his business. I have no problem being submissive...he just has to
be worthy. God made woman to be a helpmate for man. I can't help a man if he
can't help himself . When she finished her spill, she looked at him. He sat there
with a puzzled look on his face.

He said, "You're asking a lot."

She replied, " I'm worth a lot."

LOST....

Last Friday I had to go to our main office in Sarjapur, for a presentation.
Since it would be a lot of time commuting, and my job being critical on Fridays, I took an approval from my boss to operate from that office for the second half.
The second half was total chaos, as people from my regular office were not able to connect to me.
As yet again, I ended up staying late till 7.45 PM in SJP campus.
Only at 7 did I realize it would not be the same commute back home. Luckily one of my colleague stayed back , and generously gave the lift till Koramangala.
Time : 8PM.

Found the nearest bus stop ( Courtesy : Auto Driver)
The bus that I got into was pretty empty. As always, I opted for a window seat. Destination : KBS, easily 1 hr travel .
The next stop, was a bit crowded. A lady in her twenties sat next to me. She seemed to be from a village. As again , in bus I am hooked to radio. I was on my ear phones and dint give much attention to her. The bus route bought back many of my memories. My previous office was in Raheja Arcade. There is usually a long signal, in front of Raheja. I was just peeping thru the window, to my left was the building where I started my recruitment experience. Lots of things running in my mind..
Now I realize that the lady sitting next to me, is actually eyeing my cell phone. Instinctively, I held back the phone. ( It had happened before also to me , that somebody tried snatching mobile from the window). I m still surprised, as the lady is still seeing the mobile. 2mins later, she asked me “ What is the time?” I replied its 8.15 PM.
The conversation continued like this:

Is lalbagh far from here?
No, not far, another few stops you will reach there.
Please tell me when it is near.
Ok
I had actually come to hospital near lalbagh. I lost my way. I don’t know where my kids are. I need to go near lalbagh.
Will they be waiting there?
I don’t know, that is where I had left them.

Meanwhile I am thinking, she is from a small village , how will she find her children in a city like Bangalore. If I am taken in unusual route , I panic.

5 mins later she is again seeing the mobile. Again I got into my questions. All the people are the same. If they see someone gullible, they try to fool. I am seeing this lady for the first time, why should I even believe her. The next thing, she would ask me for money.

Immediately, she said, can you make calls in the mobile? I said yes. Then please call my brother and ask where they are.
I said ok, do you know the number?
Yes, byheart.
I called the number. The person who picked, said, where is my sister? I’ll come there. Please ask her to stay there only.
We got into the bus and she missed.

It tried my patience to convince him, that she is already in the bus and asked him where he was. He said he is waiting near Wilson Garden Police station. I had travelled this route n number of times, but couldn’t place a police station on the way. I asked the conductor. The good soul that he was, he said, I shall tell you when we near the stop. What happened?
Lost, I said, not me but her.
He was like ok, I shall tell you.
Once we neared, Wilson Garden, I was having a tensed yet calm look..
The conductor told the driver to slow down near the police station. Once he found the lost lady’s brother, he called him and literally shouted.
The bus halted abruptly. 5 mins, I could only hear, the conductor . “ how could you leave her like that? This is a city..not a village..how would she find the way? Show some responsibility.


I was in the bus, for the rest of the time, I was in the bus, I was thinking, Why don’t we have such conductors in our life also?