Picture this. Twenty thousand music lovers, standing with arms raised on a dusty ground in the Bandra Kurla Complex, singing in chorus, "I've become comfortably numb."

Standing right behind me were three khaki cops, numb on duty, expressions of utter bewilderment on their faces. Imagine the sight. Speechless cops gaping at Pink Floyd fans pouring their hearts out in all their loved songs.
I, too, was one of them. With friends, including a Sikh father and his 25-year-old daughter who had specially flown in from Delhi. As others did from Bangalore, Pune, Kolkata and heaven-knows-where.
Heaven it was, those two hours and 40 minutes that flew by in a wink as Roger Waters, the man who wrote all the lyrics of The Dark Side Of The Moon (one of the top five selling albums of all time), Wish You Were Here, Animals and almost all lyrics on The Wall, gave India an insight into the glorious rock music of the '70s. He was in superb form, this legend who named his oldest daughter India.

"Remember, when you were young, you shone like the sun, shine on you crazy diamond. Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky. Shine on you crazy diamond." For those few hours, we all became young again. Swept up by the emotions of a song written by Roger Waters for the eccentic Syd Barrett, who formed Pink Floyd in 1966, taking the first names of blues musicians, Pink Anderson and Floyd Council of Georgia, USA.

Although the band's sounds met with instant acclaim, Barrett was rapidly becoming a prisoner of drugs. In 1968 he withdrew from Pink Floyd.
Roger Waters took over, writing one of the most distinguished chapters in the history of rock music for over two decades. He composed songs even after his acrimonious departure from the band in 1983. Songs like his brand new Leaving Beirut, a searing attack on George Bush and Tony Blair that had the crowd roaring with appreciation.
But there was a lot for all of us to shout about. Roger's note-for-perfect-note rendition of the entire Dark Side Of The Moon album had all of us giddy with nostalgia. We, who knew each word and each line so well. The star screens showed close-ups of Roger's surprised expression. The spectacular visuals on the backdrops, the surround sound whizzing like atoms possessed from speaker to speaker, the pyrotechnics, the inflatable pig (which has become the trademark of all his shows), with its tattooed messages like Rock Against Casteism hovering above us all tantalisingly, finally disappearing ever so slowly, up, up and away into the night sky. To take residence, as our hearts have, on the dark side of the moon.