I am guessing there is no one, who can claim membership to a particular slice slice of Urban Indian College Youth, who in his or her time didn't get high on Pink Flyod at least a few times.

This "in between" condition (which was pointed to me recently in a blog discussion on the finer points of the novel "English, August") was particularly exaceberated if one went to certain colleges where the inequities in sex ratios (Where are the 'maagis' yaar? We want to be haazar fucked!) were resolved by making one handed love, getting drunk (the braver and/or more desperate souls got stoned on ganja, i.e., weed), and listening to Pink Flyodian anthems. Pink Flyod is particularly even more potent when you are comfortably drunk, especially the following song, "Comfortably Numb" with its superb David Gilmour's guitar solo.

Also switiching from M.S. Subbu singing Mira Bai in the morning to Pink Flyod in the afternoon can do strange things to ze mind. Enjaay!

Tying anklets to her feet, in abandon Mira dances. She says, “I have become a slave to my Narayan*.”

The king sent a goblet of poison as a gift. Mira drank it all in one gulp, and laughed. Tying anklets to her feet, in abandon Mira danced.

People say, “Look! Mira the crazy woman” Relatives say, “Look! Destroyer of clan’s respect” Mira says, “I have become a citizen of Giridhar’s* city. What is sanity there, what is clan’s respect!” Tying anklets to the feet, in abandon Mira dances.

*Narayan(a) = literally nara (human) + ayana (eternal , without ending). Refers to Lord Vishnu.