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!