City's steel veins, a cross-wired plea,
Love and affection, a telephone's decree.
Thirty thousand, the line was laid,
Business cards, a grand parade.
Prime Minister, a whispered mention,
Scotch whiskey, a boisterous ascension, yeah, yeah, yeah.
My trade shall flourish, a vibrant bloom,
Wherever I dial, I'll escape the gloom.
Sitting still, wealth I'll embrace,
As the phone's grand opening, I commence.
The right people, I was told,
But the phone's a story untold.
One call, four voices, a tangled thread,
I just had to say, "Sorry!" instead.
Oh, M.K.C. Taka Yu Ka Pee!
M.K.C. Taka Yu Ka Pee!
Oh, M.K.C. Taka Yu Ka Pee!
M.K.C. Taka Yu Ka Pee!
Mother's lentils, my favorite treat,
With potato paratha, oh so sweet.
Not far, just next door they reside,
At Kaka Ji's roadside, where flavors collide.
Kaka Ji's puri and aloo's hold,
Mughlai or tandoori, a story to be told.
The best part of the humble space,
Connections abound, in this hidden place.
Police connections, it's clear to see,
Telephone connections, connecting me.
Phone to phone, a web so deep,
You know what I mean, secrets to keep.
Afternoons bring Kaka Ji's strife,
Orders on the phone, a chaotic life.
One demanded, a quotation to send,
Kaka Ji's fury, a lesson to transcend.
Tak Dhin Tak Dha, Tak Dhin Tak Ta Dhoom,
Kaka Ji's grumbling, escapes the room.
Oh, M.K.C. Taka Yu Ka Pee!
M.K.C. Taka Yu Ka Pee!
In bustling cities, traffic's a plight,
A home phone hidden, out of sight.
Receiver lifted, a redial's plea,
A new TV's glow, for all to see.
A cover SIM, the truth revealed,
Still, the number fails, unhealed.
Oh, no, three hours have flown,
No phone calls, a lonely groan.
What about my Saturday ball?
Nandu, go report, heed my call!
Major Sahini, summon him here,
You, you, want me to mess up Sunny?
No, Major, your blessings, please bestow,
Quickly, dial Manisha's number, let it flow!
Magic in the Major's hand did reside,
Manisha answered, with nothing to hide.
"Hello, Mr. Mehta, a hundred shares you see,
Tomorrow's payment, worry not, agree."
Keep your receiver down and free,
It's a cross connection, you see.
Why don't you put the receiver down?
From within, I picked up the extension, a frown.
Then the Major roared, with a thunderous sound...
Oh, M.K.C. Taka Yu Ka Pee!
M.K.C. Taka Yu Ka Pee!
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