The Switching Chaos

                   Tom was pouncing on the mouse. But the mouse wouldn't budge. Maybe he couldn't scare off this one. Dexter was desperately hunting for chemical solutions and round bottom flasks in the encoded drawers of that corner of the bay."Lab Team, they call it", but this was nothing like his lab. George Jetson was too busy fiddling with the laptop screens which responded to his touch. His laptop back home was way better than this, but at least this was more interesting than the other thick dumb screens fixated to the table, oblivious to his touch. Bubbles and Blossoms were jumping from one empty chair to the other, in the farthest part of the room. The rotating chairs gave them a feeling of being spun around in an amusement park. Buttercup seemed too engrossed in a black woolen garment left unattended on one of the chairs, left behind by its owner."I could drape it as my cape!", but it was far too oversized for her. It would make a good cloak for her, though. Shaktimaan felt a bit out of place here. Making his way through the commotion of the girls, he found himself gaping at the sunny skies outside separated by a transparent partition. He suddenly remembered that he should have left for home to masquerade as Gangadhar. But the sudden squeaking sounds made him lose the trail of his thoughts. It was, after all, Jerry, who was too busy with the large cylindrical container and its rotating circular lid, to notice the menace. But somewhere, a voice louder than all this was pulling her back to reality.

"So, what are you currently doing?" The colleague tried to strike a conversation.

"Nothing much" ; except for building her own fantasy world.

"You should do something productive then; learn something on your own"

"Yeah, I am trying"; except that, this was what she had been doing since two years of kindergarten, ten years of schooling, two years of pre-university education, and four years of degree college.

The only change being the fact that she was not called a student anymore like she was a few months ago. But that isn't the only transition happening around her.

"But what is your team doing with those laptops?"Her friends from other teams seem quite bewildered with the happenings.

"It's faster to log in to the new hedge-fund network using personal laptops in comparison to the office systems" Her jargon-laden reply didn't seem to satisfy them.

"HUH? Whats this hedge fund?"An obvious doubt.

"That's the new company that will be formed after my team's spin-off" Her matter-of-fact tone subsided the conversation.

Which was a bigger transition? From a student to an employee, or from a team to a startup? Toying with the miniature minion on her desk, she failed to find a reply.