Navya: [Gets up] I don’t think neither you are paid to harass me nor I am hired to be harassed by you.
Sanjay: Cool dear. [Sanjay goes up to Navya and gently nudges her into the chair.] If it’s hard this way, I’ll make it soft another way [Lightly brushes her breast and she recoils] but there is nothing really soft about ball games barring the handball that is if it’s not about throwing the ball against the wall. Why, in golf, it gets clubbed before it is nudged into the hole. What a tame end, but hockey is different. It is taken into the D before it is slammed it into the goal, something manly, isn’t it? But how piteous is the ping-pong, at least in tennis, the balls are bigger and get respite. And savage is the squash, what do you say?
Navya: Oh, stop it Sir.
[Navya tries to get up and Sanjay nudges her back into the chair.]
Sanjay: I’m glad you want the balls are handled better than that. Why, volleyball is a via media. A dozen men get to handle the ball and scores of them voyeur. If the dames are at it, two dozen balls get agitated as well. What with those bikinis, won’t the sight get better in the beach volleyball? But it’s the rough and tough rugby that is true to life as it allows men to hug the ball. Wonder how in football it’s a foul to handle the ball. But it’s cricket that is sexy with its field placements like say, no cover, no extra cover while there is a deep gully between two fine legs.
Navya: It’s all foul Sir.
Sanjay: Talk about foul and nothing to beat caroms at it. Why, with four holes to fill, there is no peg on board.
Navya: Stop it Mister. [She gets up]
Sanjay: Well, Sir to Mister is one step closer, isn’t it? Call me Sanjay and we would leap frog to it, won’t we?
Navya: After all, there is a limit. [She goes back to her seat in a huff.]
[Sanjay picks up a note book and begins to sketch Navya and having finished the drawing, he calls her on the intercom (mime). Navya goes back to into Sanjay’s chamber.]
Navya: Yes.
Sanjay: Is Her Ladyship an artist?
Navya: So, if not harassment it should be mocking then.
Sanjay: Given your lovely fingers, I guess you could be one.
Navya: I am not, is it okay?
Sanjay: Still you could be an art lover. [He gives her the sketch book] Judge this one.