In-Delhi-ble inklings

The motorized rickshaws that scuttle about Delhi's arteries like yellow parasites reflect their host's most neophile aspirations. Since the turn of the millenium, all have been converted to run on compressed natural gas in a ressucitative attempt to relive the city's lungs of stifling pollution. And now that the number of mobile phones in Delhi's neural network is approaching its tuk-tuk tally, disenchanted passengers may SMS complaints direct to the city police. Just text a three-letter code relevant to the misdemeanour (say over-charging) followed by the rickshaw number and Delhi constabulatry will dispatch an Ambassador to apprehend the crime-wallah.