The rhetorical ‘don’t-you-know-who-I-am’ question, part of the armoury of the sons and daughters of Delhi VIPs when accosted for an infringement of rules, may soon be redundant. A quick photo clicked on his cell-phone will immediately tell the policeman who the offender is and whether a challan or a grovelling apology should follow.
Imagine another scenario. You walk into a large store and are greeted through a call on your mobile: “Good evening, Rahul. Welcome to Newage Superstore. We. . .