The Future Doctor who wants Two Crores

he is studying to be a doctor. my colleague, just like me. he learns the name of every bone, every nerve, every way to save a life yet he has already put a price tag on the woman who will sleep beside him. 2 crores. a medical degree used as a receipt for a transaction he calls a marriage. i spoke to the girls i know. they reminded me the truth: the moment a daughter is born the parents do not buy a cradle they start building a cage of gold. they are not saving for her future. they are saving to pay off the man who will take her away. i thought we were evolving. i thought we were bigger than this. but education is not a cure for inherited rot. as I watch the downpour shaking with a rage that has nowhere to go. Like a wet cat angry. helpless. as the people i know sink back into the mud i look at him and i wonder if friend is a word i can still afford. i want to turn men into puppets. if i had the power i would pull the strings of every man make them do strange things make them fulfill every dark desire until they are nothing more than toys of amusement. it sounds cruel when i say it out loud. but the irony is women have been living under those same fingers since the beginning of time. and no one finds that strange at all. women are the creators. they are home. they are calm. they carry the very gene of the future. men were given strength only to protect the divine but somewhere in the timeline the protector became the parasite. the muscle became the cage. i am just so exhausted. exhausted of watching families calculate the cost of a daughter before she even knows her own name. exhausted of realizing that a man can study the whole world and still be the smallest thing in it. i want to release men from this world. i want to innovate until their necessity collapses. until their only purpose is to please. until they are nothing. women are not perfect. we can be cold. we can be cruel. we can be the storm and the wreckage it leaves behind. but we are not transactions. god, i am so tired of being something you can buy.