THE ARM, REGARDED by many as the strongest right arm in Delhi, perhaps even across the country, is bent and supple today: at its other end, it has the lightest of things, a cellphone. Just a few weeks earlier, it had travelled all the way to Kyrgyzstan, to its distant village of Bosteri, where, under chalk dust and immense strain, it pinned down arm after arm—from Japan and Korea to Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan and Iran. But today, as it wields a cellphone, the man attached to it doesn’t seem to regard it with any particular fondness. “I don’t know... it’s just an arm,” says Laxman Bhandari, and there is a bit of a pause in the conversation, where he passes the handset to his left arm and considers the object of…