My colleague Alisha snatched a bottle of Listerine and rinsed her stale 10-hour unwashed mouth when she heard Leander Paes was popping in to office this morning. But that's ok, she's a kid.

Me, on the other hand, has one foot in the grave. Yet, when i was introduced to Paes, who was wearing  a snug pair of tracks, i shook his hand and clasped it to my bosom.

Paes looked at me with concern and said, 'Did i hurt your hand?'.

i said no, it's just that, now im not going to wash my hand for a while. The poor man grinned and perhaps thought this paper only recruits hormonal retards.

But then, at 35, Paes is still hot, on and off the circuit, and honestly, i couldnt help myself.

Wouldnt u do the same?