A Teenager

This is for the most misunderstood humans on the planet. 😛
Enjoy! 😀
DISCLAIMER: The poem is NOT a true story or self-reflection. Just the rantings of any average teenager.


I am a teenager,
I do my chores daily,
I grumble as I do them,
But I do them all the same.

I am a teenager,
I have homework every day,
I grumble ’cause I’m tired,
But I write it anyway.

I am a teenager,
And I am an emotional disaster,
I grumble ’cause I’ve mood swings,
That keep swinging through the day.

I am a teenager,
I have a younger brother and sister,
I grumble ’cause they’re annoying,
But I’m protective of them all the same.

I am a teenager,
And suddenly THAT person is cute,
I grumble ’cause I used to hate him,
And we are enemies to this day!

I am a teenager,
And I’m often misunderstood,
I grumble ’cause they’re mistaken,
But I’m patient all the same.

I am a teenager,
I am not a kid any more,
I grumble ’cause I want to be,
As free as a bird once more.

But I am a teenager,
And I have decisions to make,
I grumble ’cause the time has come,
But I knew it would come anyway.

So I say that I’m a teenager,
And no extraordinary one either,
I grumble ’cause I know this,
But I’m happy it’s this way!

– Rithika Cherukat 🙂


The Fitness Regime

With every summer vacation comes the resolution to lose weight.

With every day of the vacation that passes comes guilt, drowning one’s misery in chocolate ice cream, and a dusty exercise machine.

This year, though, I was full of enthusiasm. I promised myself that I would exercise so much that the machine would have to be sent to the shop for repairs, and so far I’d been keeping my promise well.

And that was why I got just a little bit depressed last Friday when I realized that I wouldn’t be able to exercise. A visitor was coming over for the evening, and mornings? Nah, math tuitions.
I wasn’t all that melancholy though. I drowned my misery in chocolate as usual, and then got over it.

Well, I came back home that afternoon, dumped my backpack in the cupboard, and “Rithiiikaaaaaaa!” My mother’s voice drifted from the kitchen.

I’m sorry to say I inherited my mother’s mostly-sweet-but-shrill-when-she-screams voice. I honestly don’t know how people call my voice or that of my mother’s adorable without hearing either of us yell (or rather, shriek. Yes, that’s the right word. Power to the rat-voice!)

Ma was preparing dinner for the guest, and I knew she was calling me to help her. However, I’m not much of a cook. Yet. One cannot simply force upon me the stereotypically feminine duty of managing the household kitchen. I’d rather sit in a dark corner musing about random, deep, philosophical, stupid stuff, and then writing about them. But, I am a loving daughter (So I believe), and that was how I found myself in the kitchen facing the terrible monster that is batoora dough.
Now, I love batoora, don’t get me wrong. I love batoora like the insane teenage Indian girl I am. But let me tell you, playing with batoora dough is the last thing you want to do. It’s really difficult to press it flat, it will torture your poor hands and cause a great deal of perspiration.
Yet, that is exactly what my mom wanted me to do; flatten twenty batooras for her. I reluctantly set about doing my task. After maybe five batooras I started sweating, by the tenth one my hands were red and hurting, by the fifteenth I had to consistently tell myself that ‘I can do it’, and after putting the nineteenth one on the tray for frying, Ma asked me why my face was so red. Well, it was only my second time making batooras, and I bet she’s done it more than ten times in the least. *shrugs*

But let me tell you, if you realize that you can’t do your routine exercise one fine day, just announce to the world that you’re going to have batooras for dinner because honestly? FLATTENING BATOORAS IS THE BEST EXERCISE IN THE WORLD! I bet that if you make batooras everyday for the next two months you’d get some pretty awesome abs and biceps. (You will thank us Indians for the existence of such a wonderful flat-bread. You have to work to earn!)

Well, if you must know, the dinner went well, the guest liked our food, and we had one batoora-tastic evening!

And me?

I’m just glad I haven’t broken my exercise regime. 😛


An Exam Motivational

He who does not know one thing, knows another.
-Kenyan Proverb


Introductions: A Formal Headache

My first audience with a possible seven billion and a definite five… wow, ain’t that a good feeling! Well then, hello World!
If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times: Introductions are a pain in the neck. I never know what I want to say, what the person I’m introducing myself to wants to know about me, I fumble, cheeks flushed, and….phew! Finally over! It’s Treasure getting to know different people, but introductions? *Shakes head vigorously*

But it’s still a formality, isn’t it? Oh well… I’ll try to make a pretty picture without boring anyone.

My name is Rithika Cherukat, though I’ve a string of other names my friends and family call me, and I won’t be surprised if they read this and think, ‘Wait, that’s her actual name?’ Yes, I suppose it is.
I’m your average sixteen year old studying in DPS, Kuwait, I prefer ‘fairly smart’ to the cliched term ‘Nerd’, a Pinterest addict, and… and I love to write. I’d write anything on everything around and about me, because I believe that every person and every object has a story to tell, and we only have to look closely to know.

That’s one reason I started this blog.

The other?

Writing is my way of expressing thoughts I know I can never say. I’m not huge on the public speaking stuff, at least, I’m not bad at it but I’d rather avoid it. Besides, it takes me a really long time to get used to new people and environments, and I’m the last person you’d ever want to have small talk with.
Writing gives me confidence. It gives me a voice and I know what to do, what to say. It’s as easy as the ink that flows out of the pen. Ever since I discovered this little hobby of mine, I’ve been opening up more, and I can smile genuinely without worrying about whether I’m being friendly or not. I’ve always liked making friends, and I think I’m better at it now.

Here in my little Scribble-Space (The word ‘Blog’ sounds dead serious and boring! Who made that word?!) you’ll find little odds and ends, my experiences, things we all can agree on….or at least 90% of us can agree on…or maybe 0.02% of us can agree on, and basically anything that has a story, and anything that catches my fancy.

Happy Blogging! 🙂