Sourabha Rajyam- The Land Where Women Don't Matter

A Medical Check Up – Pleasure or Pain?

Sanjay Ramapuram, the Mandal OSD of Vaikunthapuram, was in a good mood. He was going to a hospital to supervise the first batch of medical checkups of young female staff of XYZ Corp. He had made his presence mandatory during the examination as one of the conditions for granting approval. So he was going to watch 10 females who were slotted for medical check-up today. He whistled his favourite tune as his car pulled into the spacious company that housed a medical facility for the staff. It was one of those companies that had complied with the new laws at the earliest. So he had chosen them for his first official visit. He was pleased to the see the MD Mr. Rakesh Ravikrindi, waiting to receive him. His face broke into a smile as his attendant opened the door and he got out. He felt like a VIP as he should, for, he was a Gazetted Officer equal to a Sub-Collector in Rank.

He nodded in approval at the exquisite arrangements that had been made to receive him. He was impressed by the fact that the MD had not deputed the manager to receive him but he had done so himself. He just couldn’t wait to be in the examination room where the females were to be examined by the doctor. But he did not want to appear too eager. He tried to control his emotions as much as he could while he responded to the queries of the staff, asking a few questions himself. Finally he was led to the state of the art medical examination room where the gynecologist was waiting for them. The gynecologist seated him in a chair that gave him complete view of the proceedings while allowing the examinee to see him watching her getting examined.

This is going to be fun, he thought as he waited for the first patient. The female was young; in her 20’s; fair skinned, dressed in a chudidar covering her body completely. Her dupatta was neatly folded in a perfect U fold leaving no chance to look at what she had to show. Not for long! He thought as he waited patiently.

The doctor started by checking her pulse. He motioned her to take off her dupatta as he put his stethoscope on her chest. As he moved his stethoscope over her chest, the curves were getting accentuated, making her uncomfortable. She could only blush in embarrassment as the doctor put away his steth and used his hands to check for tumours in her breasts. He motioned her to take off her top as he seemed to have some doubts.

She hesitantly became topless as she was aware of at least two males looking at her while god knows how many more were watching the CCTV footage. She winced as the doctor placed his hands on her small, round, firm breasts, appearing to weigh and measure their worth before starting the procedure for detecting tumours. As his hands moved expertly in a professional manner, two persons in the room had opposite feelings in their minds. While one was enjoying the show and the obvious discomfort of the female, the other, who was the patient herself, was trying hard not to scream and lash out at the doctor and run away from there. She was cursing herself for being born a woman; especially in a world that was so anti-women. She wished she could do something about it. If she had not been the sole breadwinner for her family, she would have quit the job long ago instead of placing herself in such a situation. At least then she would have to strip before only a single person; the doctor who had to examine her. It would be a lot better than the present situation where numerous horny males looked at her body with l**t filled eyes. She just hoped the examination would just be that – an examination and nothing more. But since she was a female, she couldn’t afford to hope for the best in case she jinxed it.

The doctor seemed to take a lot of time finding non-existent tumours; perhaps he was trying to placate the OSD. The doctor then ran his hands all over her abdomen and back, pressing her waist before going all over again. What kind of an examination was this? She hoped the OSD was happy. Because she couldn’t believe a truly professional doctor would do this. But maybe he also had no choice in this matter; which was wishful thinking. Because who would leave a chance to feel up a female in the name of a medical examination? Perhaps they had chosen a doctor who knew exactly how to make a female patient uncomfortable.

Yes! Thought Sanjay as he looked in excitement at the doctor asking the female to get out of the remaining clothes on her body. His eyes became wide as he watched her womanhood. She had shaved obviously giving him an excellent view of the part between her legs; heating him up in a similar region causing a hardness that he welcomed. He couldn’t fathom the doctor’s feelings as his face was impassive like a stone. Perhaps he was a true professional who was just placed in this position. He watched as the doctor went on examining the most private part of the patient in a very professional manner.

Sanjay felt a bit cheated. Why was he feeling guilty? He should have had a full erection after watching the scene in front of him; he did have an erection but it was not what he had expected. He felt as if he was intruding on something very private; something he had no business intruding into. Why did he feel like that? Was he losing his manliness? Was he becoming sterile? He shook his head. Perhaps he was over thinking. Maybe this female was far too bland and uninteresting for him. Perhaps the next female would give him the reaction he wanted.

He watched the female get dressed and walk out, the heat between his legs now extinguished. What was he thinking when he came here? What was he expecting? His mind was full of turmoil as he watched female after female walk in and be examined. Why did he not feel excited? What was happening to him? Had some female cursed him to become a Brihannala? At least Brihannala was blessed with mastery over the ancient art of music and dance. But he knew nothing. If not for this job, he would be a nobody; a tiny speck in the cosmos. He shook his head irritatedly as even the last female failed to rouse him.

“Disgusting!” he remarked as he walked out of the examination room in a fit of irritation and anger, causing his attendant to jump up in alarm and the employees of the company nervous. He seized his chance to vent out his frustration at someone.

“Absolute waste of my time! I thought you employed some good females but they are hopeless. Crappy, uninteresting, pieces of plastic robots not even fit for using my hand if you know what I mean!” the staff winced at his words afraid that he would put their licence under jeopardy. “Next time show me their damn pics before asking for a personal visit!” He stormed off in a fury banging the door shut, driving off in his car, stranding the driver and his attendant at the company.