The alarm rings at 7.15 a.m. Confusion arises whether Mr. Confused (from now onwards called Mr. C), capable enough to snooze it without opening his eyes. What a challenge? Mr. C pats himself on his shoulder (without opening the eyes) for achieving the feat quite comfortably. True are the words of Mr. Anonymous (though not a part of our anecdote, but, I have read in many books that Mr. Anonymous wants to be anonymous to everyone) "Practice makes perfect". Mr. C has been doing this for some three years now and he is a pioneer in his own way. Mr. C is an expert in sleeping. His room is immaculately clean with no roommates, not even cockroaches and lizards. Every day before sleeping, he checks out whether his windows' curtains are proper, all peepholes in his door closed with bits of newspapers and his 1.5GB trance music started to play in his desktop. Once the checks are over, he says "good night" to the whole world through his Gtalk and reduces the volume to minimum and covers himself with a black blanket from head to toe.
Back to present now. Time is 7.45 a.m.
"Sir, Breakfast", announces Mr. Bakra-the junior.
Mr. C shouts back his refusal with an imaginary slap, with the door being closed and shoos Mr. Bakra-the junior away with all the words one cannot imagine to hear. Innocently, Mr. Bakra-the junior hurries to the 8.15 am class. One good thing about Mr. C is that he does not keep his door locked. Anyone needing anything, be it toothpaste, pen, pencil, A4 sheets, calculator, novels, tea cup, et al. can just barge in and take without disturbing Mr. C's dream sequence with the latest supermodels of his erstwhile institute. Oops, I forgot to tell you. Mr. C is pursuing his engineering in some God-damn course, as even God does not know why he took it in some hell-I-love-u place in Waste Bangal. He knows for a fact that at 8.15 am his' HOD's class is there in which he has the max attendance of 20%. It is a proud moment that he can afford to miss that class to match with the other classes' single digit attendance.
Time is 10.15 a.m. Mr. Pathi-Parmeshwar-of-Kanchipuram (let us call him Mr. PPK) and Mr. Radio-Jockey-Madan (Mr. RJ) comes into the wing. Mr. RJ was Mr. C's roommate since first year and he knows exactly what Mr. C must be doing. Mr. PPK would have definitely known about Mr. C's itinerary had he not fallen a victim to Amnesia. He kicks Mr. C's door wildly and starts pulling his blanket off him and tries telling his usual unsuccessful-unhappy ending stints with the class. Irritated Mr. C yells at him in such a way that Mr. PPK takes his bicycle and goes to the nearby temple to pray to the Lord to forgive him for committing such a sin.
Mr. Dhadhi (Mr. D) now comes into the picture after his cynical classes which taught him nothing, but, how to message continuously in the class to his Ms. Poo. Mr. RJ and Mr. C are sick of making Mr. D understand the importance of final year and the amount of time he must spend on a cell-phone.
All Mr. D had to say was "Bro, its just an incoming call, I gotta attend. Its my friend yaar."
Mr. C and Mr. RJ thought "Don’t know where this friendship is going".
They would not have known that Mr. D has fallen in love with Ms. Poo, unless he was not their first year roommate. Mr. Gambit (Mr. G), the consigliori of this whole group of friends comes dejected to the wing after being chucked out of the class and his roll no. noted for the reason that he could not walk as straight as his HOD in the campus corridor. Mr. G's mate (still do not know what mate, sources say that they broke-up, but, never spread rumors), Mr. Bladekanth (Mr. B) after fighting with Mr. Alitya (Mr. A), the other night over a small issue (I will narrate the issue too), got drunk. His drink consisted of 5 parts of water with 1 part of Rasna Nimbu paani. He got high and walked exactly like his HOD in the Mahatma Gandhi Road. Known for his antics, Mr. B caught the attention of his HOD who was walking down the same road. The HOD feeling sympathized by the drunk-driven-deformity, advised Mr. B to take off from the classes and watch the JFUC (Japanese F**ked Up Cartoons), to improve his walking abilities as the characters in those cartoons use mantra-tantra to fly. But, on the other hand his soul-mate, Mr. G got chucked out of the class for inability to walk like his HOD.
Few days ago, Mr. Liver (Mr. L), a champion AOE-player and an awesome footballer was playing a one-on-one FIFA'07 with Mr. B over the LAN and as usual Mr. B's D-button was not working. He lost the match 7-0 which was the worst loss of his career. As usual, in the dinner table, Mr. A pulled Mr. B's legs for his tragic loss. I personally feel that, that incident did not trigger the fight. Mr. A must have complained and cursed the mess food badly. Mr. B being a loyal member of the We-eat-the-mess-food-society (Mr. G was also a member of that society - may be that brought them together) was enraged and left the place with plates flying, for a drink to calm himself down.
Back to 10.15 a.m.
Mr. Placement-Rags (Mr. R) enters the wing shouting, "Hey, DOTA, DOTA, DOTA, anyone for DOTA????"
Honestly, I do not know DOTA's full-form. His face filled with questions of who all will join the game, but, not about the recent zero that he scored in the class test. There comes running from one corner of the wing to another, Mr. NIT-ian (Mr. N) and wakes up Mr. C and asks him, "Hey, Have you got DOTA installed onto your comp".
Mr. C growlingly dismisses it.
Mr. N replying in his Cypriot accent, "Hey, You are a big waste. All you know is Gtalk and girls. There is life beyond that too."
Mr. C shows him the tallest of his fingers of his hand to Mr. N. But, he is not bothered and resumes his begging for a DOTA-installed-computer. Finally, settled with Mr. RJ's comp and in the process Mr. N kicks out Mr. PPK and Mr. PPK is again anxious about completing his presentation for a seminar next month. Room-less, Computer-less, Mr.PPK slowly creeps into Mr. C's room and without disturbing his sleep sits on his computer and resumes his work. Finally, Mr. C wakes up with a letter from Mr. Stick-Message-Service (Mr.SMS), about him being treated badly the other day by Mr. C. Mr. D comes into the room and reads the letter loudly, "I just wanna say HI." Rest was undecipherable. Even, Mr. D, who has the horrible handwriting, did not have a clue. So, Mr. C woke up the man with the worst handwriting on earth, Mr. A. To his surprise even Mr. A could not decipher it. Mr. L enters into the scene. Do not know what Allahabadic-bonds he had with Mr. SMS that he read out the letter fully, giving importance to minute details as if it was a love-letter written by the newly appointed Biotech mam.
Putting an end to the issue and waving a "HI" to Mr. SMS, Mr. C and Mr. A left for their appointment to have breakfast at the Jhoops. On the way, discussing about the recent T20 champion team of India, they met the star of all these friends' hearts - Mr. Kuzhandhai. Busy with an electrifying project and some important work with recommendations for his higher studies, he signaled thumbs-up for his success in wooing the Director of the college to give him a recommendation letter. Mr. A had planned already – It is a party tonight.
Studious among these 12 attended the classes, which perfectly equated to the number that cannot be expressed in Roman numerals. In the evening, Mr. D cried for the first time after they all made fun of him. Then, Mr. PPK almost tried proving a point of postponing the treat due to some sentimental issues. Things followed and they all went for Mr. Kuzhandhai's treat and came back to their rooms singing old songs all the way from CR. A day to remember, humanly impossible to forget the others too. And they never had a group photo together because they believed in human memory which cannot be erased. That is college life and we all say "Love you ABI, you are our Hero".
Currently in
Mr. N - Amdocs, Cyprus (Lap dance Baby!!).
Mr. SMS - Noble teacher, CADD (Tamizh girls, beware of him).
Mr. A - North Carolina State University, USA (God knows what he is doing there).
Mr. G - Reliance Energy Ltd., Krishnapattinam (No work, paid well).
Mr. B - Wipro, Cochin (Bladekanth to Rajnikanth, Phew, Finally) .
Mr. PPK - Sesa Goa, Goa. (again unsatisfied).
Mr. C - Vedanta Aluminium Ltd. (as always confused).
Mr. D - Buffalo State University, USA (Still on phone).
Mr. R - DRDO, Pune (Deshdrohi Scientist).
Mr. RJ - Wipro, Bengalluru (Cochin ain't that far dude, Neel is there to take care).
Mr. L - CSC, Indore (But, lives in Liverpool).
Mr. Kuzhandhai - In our hearts forever..
