Attention
Gives Meaning
What leads to us to sin or to grace?
I would
like to start with a personal anecdote. I am hoping my wife will not
mind. It is about us. Before our marriage, my wife and
I, we both went to St Patrick's Church for Sunday mass for years together.
Note: Years together; Not together. We did not know each other,
then.
St
Patrick's, built in 1844, is one of the oldest churches in Bangalore. It is at
the very centre of the city. Perhaps,
Winston Churchill (who stayed at the Bangalore Club nearby when serving as a
British officer stationed here) would have come to Patrick's, if not for mass, at
least out of curiosity.
Commercial
Street, MG Road and Brigade Road are Patrick Church's locational kith and
kin. In Bangalore of the 80s, these locations were like magnet for the
young of both genders to congregate and take in all the delights the streets
had to offer: fashion stores, movie theatres and eating joints.
Among the
youth were my cousins. They were studying engineering at Ramaiah College on the
outskirts of Bangalore, Yeswanthpur. On Sundays my cousins would wind
their way from the outreaches to wander, shop, eat on MG Road and Brigades, and
pray at St Patrick’s Church.
All the
years that my future wife and I went to St Patrick's Church we never laid our
eyes on each other. Perhaps our eyes were glued only on the Lord at the altar. I
speak for myself here.
My wife
has two sisters. The trio when they arrived in church as with girls of their
age, were all dressed fashionably for the times. My young cousins, however, had
eyes with wide peripheral vision that took in more than the Eucharist at the
altar. For they had noticed the trio. Why didn’t I will be one of the mysteries
of my life.
To what
we direct our attention gives it meaning and becomes a motivating device. The
reason we come to church or go elsewhere are choices we make by the attention
we give to entities, artefacts or activities. This is true, but unrealized, as
a key factor of our lives.
My wife and
I, had an arranged marriage. Meaning we had not met before we did meet. This
meeting was in a formal setting. We did not have to, but we did decide, with
just one sitting, around whom we wish to build the rest of our life. Sounds
very dental and just as precarious to health.
For me
and my wife there may have been three to four such trying times of rejection
and acceptance until the final mutual acceptance.
No life
altering decision is so chancy as the rituals of an arranged marriage. The
axiom, ‘’marriages are made in heaven’’ has a ring of truth. It’s like playing
a blind hand when stakes are high in a game of cards. You win a jackpot or live
with your losses, or play another hand.
Back to
my cousins and their flirtatious interests (healthy at their age) in any moving
skirts or bellbottoms (fashion of the times). Their interests, all said and
done, were benign.
Now to
the crux of the point that ‘to what you give attention you give meaning’.
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