The quirkiness of discipline!

Oh the whole business of Routine! The morning routine, the evening routine, the before-going-to-bed routine, the gym routine, the skin routine, the work routine and if anyone of them is left, then do apprise me of it. This whole fix-your-routine business was supposed to make me more efficient but at the end of the day, I am only trying to fix my routine and then take it up a notch.

Having studied in a Convent School, with strict parents, I was raised as someone who was always disciplined. Maybe an 8 on a scale of 1 to 10. The homework was always done in time, the books was always kept in bag for next day, the exams were not loathed and I was always ready with my lessons. But, as I grew older and disciplining my life became my own responsibility, there were many challenges. Some of them, I still struggle with.

When you are on your own, your discipline directly impacts that of others around you. Be it the team you manage, your family, your children. Your discipline and your attitude will always be looked up to by others. The whole trick on being a mentor to anyone is to be able to handhold that person to a certain degree of learning and discipline. Success to anyone comes only through disciplining. Yes, luck is a major factor but much of the success that one receives, is directly attributable to being disciplined.

If you are a great parent, it is because you are working with your child and ensuring that s/he eats right, studies well, is guided and protected every step of the way. If you are doing well professionally, there must be a saga of unending sacrifices and practicing discipline, which may have led you to where you have reached and what you have achieved. If you have a great body, then that means you are eating right and exercising regularly. If you have sufficient savings, then you understand the value of money.

But, are we capable of sabotaging our happiness, our success for lack of discipline? I believe we are. We are capable of indiscipline, losing focus and being under-confident. We are capable of telling ourselves that we don’t deserve the success for which we have worked our sorry ass off. We are capable of believing in all the stories that the world tells us and makes us question our own abilities?

That’s where the choice we make becomes important. To choose to achieve the impossible or to ingrain in us that impossible can never be achieved. I have seen people who have risen from dust and I have also seen people who have lost everything. It is our choices that make us. And, while I struggle with my own disciplining in areas in my life, where I need immediate direction, I am hoping that despite all odds, I shall rise again. For, the ones who are done and dusted are the ones who rise.

Still I Rise


You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don’t you take it awful hard

’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I’ve got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.


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