Wednesday 25 May 2011

Twelve Seasons

From the first time I met you
My hair has stood on end
I knew that this was my first love


Beneath the cherry blossoms
Turning the corner in a convenience store
I set off for the usual station
As I hid behind my friends
I was looking at your face, seen briefly from the side
It’s embarrassing, but when I look at you
When you’re hot playing basketball after school
The sephia colored film of our dreams
Is our only footprints

Once again we’re at school, in my youth
The days that we smiled and made our promise
A moment, forever, the future
There’s still some of today left

On the chalkboard, in white chalk
I wrote our initials
I wondered that if the next morning
You would notice me?
The letter that I started to write to you
On a midwinter night two years ago
Together, I wanted to look at
The deserted sky up on the rooftop

Your face is very radiant
Left over in my graduation album
The familiar street sides, the twilight
These feelings seem very fragile

The twelve seasons
Flew by in an instant
In the fourth spring, it was goodbye


Cowardly people, strong people, I’ve seen a lot of faces
I loved them all
I just can’t confess
My friends are okay with this
Tomorrow will be “goodbye”
But my first love is off on a journey
In the end, I won’t forget
The tears that you shed

An epiphany

Still, I cant have any GOOD reasons to do a PhD.
I feel very relieved when decided NOT to go further.

Potential jobs:
librarian?
clerk?
clinic receptionist?

“EVERYONE TENDS TO LOOK AT THE FUTURE OF THE PHD LABOUR MARKET VERY PESSI MISTICALLY.”

most of them are not going to make it.” That was the thought that ran through Animesh Ray’s mind 15 years ago, as he watched excellent PhD students — including some at his own institution, the University of Rochester in New York — struggle to find faculty positions in academia, the only jobs they had ever been trained for. Some were destined for perpetual postdoctoral fellowships; otherswould leave science altogether.