Updated On: 04 April, 2023 05:39 AM IST | Mumbai | C Y Gopinath
At some point, the world discovered Ya Mustafa and everyone went bananas and began creating covers with their own insane lyrics

Last week, I did finally find the actual lyrics for the nonsense Arabic that starts the song. I was in for a rude surprise. Illustration/C Y Gopinath using Midjourney
Almost exactly one year ago, on April 10, the Mumbai police band, better known as Khaki Studio, posted a catchy instrumental on their YouTube page. The song, called Ya Mustafa, sounded instantly familiar. In a few bars I was right back in 1960, a skinny stripling of eight.
We were a band of pre-pubescent buddies in New Delhi’s Karol Bagh. Every evening we’d gather at Kanna’s house, about which my main memory is a massive record player, then known as a radiogram.