A short story for you

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 roomates, not even cockroaches and lizards. Everyday 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 comp. Once the checks are over, he says "good nite" to the whole world through his gtalk and reduces the volume to min 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 a imaginary slap, with the door being closed and shoos Mr.Bakra-the junior away with all the words one can't imagine to hear. Innocently, Mr.Bakra-the junior hurries to the 8.15 a.m class. One good thing about Mr.C is that he doesn't 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 doesn't know why he took it in some hell-i-love-u place in WasteBangal. He knows for a fact that at 8.15 a.m his' HOD's class is there in which he has the max attendance of 20%. Proud moment that he can afford to miss that class to match the other classes' single digit attendance.
Time is 10.15 a.m. Mr.Pathi-Parmeshwar-of-Kanchipuram (lets call him Mr.PPK) and Mr.Radio-Jockey-madan (Mr.RJ) comes into the wing. Mr.RJ was Mr.C's roomate since first year and he knows exactly what Mr.C must be doing. Mr.PPK would have definitely known about Mr.C's itenary 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 cycle and goes to the nearby temple 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 "Dunno where this friendship is going". They wouldn't have known that Mr.D has fallen in love with Ms. Poo, unless he wasn't their first year roomate. Mr.Gambit (Mr.G), the consigliori of this whole group of friends comes dejected to the wing after being chucked outta the class and his roll no. noted for the reason that he couldn't walk as straight as his HOD in the campus corridor. Mr.G's mate (still dunno what mate, sources say that they broke-up, but, never spread rumours), Mr.Bladekanth (Mr.B) after fighting with Mr.Alitya (Mr.A), the other night over a small issue (I'll 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 exaclty 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 sympathesized by the drunk-driven-deformity, advised Mr.B to take off from the classes and watch the JFUC(Japanese F-ed up Cartoons), to improve his walking abilites as the characters in those cartoons use mantra-tantra to fly. But, on the other hand his sool-mate, Mr.G got chucked outta 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. Worst loss of his career. As usual in the dinner table, Mr.A pulled Mr.B's legs for his trajic loss. I personally feel that, that incident didn't 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 dunno DOTA's full-form. His face filled with questions of who all will join the game , but, not about the recent zero he scored in the 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 growling dismisses it. Mr.N replying in his cyprian 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 ain't bothered and resumes his begging for a DOTA-installed-comp. 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. Roomless, Compless, Mr.PPK slowly creeps into Mr.C's room and without disturbing his sleep sits on his comp 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 were undecipherable. Even, Mr.D, who has the horrible handwriting didn't have a clue. So, Mr.C woke up the man with the worst handwriting on earth, Mr.A. To his surprise even Mr.A couldn't decipher it. Then came Mr.L into the scene. Dunno 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 Jupes. 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 signalled thumbs-up for his success in wooing the Director of the college to give him a reco letter. Mr.A had planned already - Its 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 can't be erased. Thats 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..