First impressions III: Beautiful Melody

Initially I was thrilled when I got to know that I would be learning the saxophone when I first took up the internship. Who would have thunk I would be getting to attend an orchestra perform in concert. I heard the National Taiwan Symphony orchestra perform in Taichung city yesterday and it was simply breath taking. Music is an essential element in every school in Taiwan. And luckily the family I am closest to is very musically inclined. I have heard some amazing classical music-western and Taiwanese in the last few days thanks to Hui Yu.

And today came as a bonus, who would have thunk I would come to Taiwan, get to learn the sax and the piano and then attend two music concerts in the same weekend? Today I got to listen to the hucha, yang-qin, teetha, basoon, saxophone, flute among other instruments in a concert organised by Tzu Chi. Two visually challenged little adorable girls performed too. One sang traditional chinese songs while the other one Taiwanese song.

Its amazing how when the words do not unravel into meaning, yet when combined with melody can touch your heart so deep.

Sharp resemblance

Don't these flowers remind you of sharpener shavings?

(picture courtesy: Hui Yu)
I forgot to mention that I spotted these flowers on a visit to the mini-government Houli establishment office. The office structure is beautiful and was built by the Japanese. More pictures below- courtesy Hui Yu.

In a small town named Houli

I am serenaded with affection



I devour the cacophony, the peace,

the beautiful sights and garbled sounds.

Breathing it all in and sighing it all out



In a small town named Houli

My house is built on a mountain



I bask in the beauty of the image

from the wooden patio of my room

I see mountains and hills

And mist and greenery.



In a small town named Houli

I teach English in Elementary school



I am overwhelmed by their love

My students ask me to sign on sheets of paper

They want to teach me Taiwanese dance

As I strut to class they shout out "Hello teacher Monica"

And a little one grips me in a tight hug unwilling to let go



In a small town named Houli

My colleagues are my family



I revel in the confusion and

grope for familiar words.

I stare at their hands

We are left with phonemes

Followed by nervous laughter



In a small town named Houli

I live with a local Taiwanese family



Modest and only to happy to help.

The children are fascinated with Skype

My home-stay parents try their best

to communicate with broken English



In a small town named Houli

Every meal brings something new



The food bland for the Indian palate

Every morsel melts in my mouth

Sea-food, spinach, green beans,

tofu, mushrooms, bamboo, rice and soup

I taste everything "without legs"



In a small town named Houli
I take the train to the city



My eyes waver to the huge windows from my book

On my left I pass green fields and traditional houses

On my right the mountains outline the horizon

Every train ride leaves me feeling rejuvenated



In a small town named Houli


I see nothing like in the city



A mere twenty minute train ride

And a gaping cultural difference

The ostantatious dressing fascinates

I walk throuh the lanes of the nightmarkets

Its a paradise -Every shop calls out

the smell from every food stall lingers

The track of time is always lost





In a small town named Houli
I feel I am at home.

The Happy Taiwanese Family






What is it made up of? Husband,wife and dog. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, many Taiwanese prefer having a dog instead of children. Maybe we should take a cue from them to control the bursting population in India. I have been tremendously fascinated by the cute variety of dogs I have seen here. And then on speaking to the locals what do I find out; I was so amused and shocked on hearing that most couples prefer dogs to children.

Below are some pictures to give you an idea.















No wonder Doggie parlours is a big business here. If I lived here I probably would have a dog too but a baby before that for sure. 

Finally the truth about Bubble Milk Tea

From the time I have stepped into Taiwan, whatever Bubble Milk Tea (pronounced Chunchu Naitha) I have consumed has been free. Yes, not a single penny spent. I know Vicky is probably burning if he happens to read this. And its the most expensive tea in the tea shops. They have tea shops all over Taiwan by the way. Its not the you can sit and kill hours kind of place, more like takeaway counters. So I have consumed liters of this tea.


Like I said in my earlier post, the Taiwanese love their bubble milk tea. But you offer it to any girl and you get "No! No! Too fatty". The tea has pieces of a black chewy substance , refer to image below. Vikas and me contemplated on what these yummy things were. 


Maybe sabudana,or maybe some exotic sea-thing, for all you know it could have been fish eggs. We asked people, we chewed and thought and chewed some more. Finally ladies and gentlemen I present to you the secret ingredient the "bubble/pearls" are made of and its potato starch! Yes, you read right. They love their potato starch and use it for a lot of meat dishes, wherein the meat is enveloped in a ball of potato starch and then fried and dumped in some exotic sauce. Supposed to be pretty delicious and that is the kind of stuff I will be missing out on. My school director has a theory about my queer eating habit, according to him I don't eat anything with legs! Interesting but partly true, because I tasted shrimp. And I am on a eat anything that you find in the sea spree right now. 

Taiwan travel woes

9.30p.m. and Taichung station is deserted
While I am used to getting to the other end of the city in less than 20 Indian rupees, I find Taiwan expensive in that respect. Actually Taiwan is just super expensive for everything. The trains and bussed are air-conditioned, they have automated doors and swipe cards. The frequency of the buses is horrible in the towns, possibly one bus in an hour sometimes longer and the last bus from Taichung station is at 10.30 p.m. Hence most people travel by either cars, scooters and bicycles in Taiwan.

Getting from West to East Taiwan is another ordeal I have to figure out. There is no direct root, you have to go all the way up North or South and then go to East Taiwan. And transport and accommodation doesn't come cheap either. The road from the West to East has been destroyed by the 1999 earthquake and post that there have been incidents of rocks falling over cars on the road and crushing them. Due to lack of choice the Taiwanese choose safety over ease. The East is supposed to be really really beautiful, also dangerous as it is a highly earthquake prone region. Hence there are parts of it that remain undiscovered.



(image courtesy: http://www.ideachampions.com/heart/taiwan_map.jpg)

First Impressions II

My first international flight alone. My last one was twenty-two years ago and not alone. So, lets just say this was my first International flight as the last one has been wiped off the memory slate. "My bags are packed and I am ready to go", said my goodbyes and the VISA has luckily just come through. 


6th morning, my phone refuses to stop ringing, midst the confusion and the getting ready and last minute packing and running around and last minute shopping I missed most of my calls. I hug Mum and Dad and I am off. Inside I am welcomed with a beautiful long queue. I was wondering if it was just holiday season but it was just Airasia and on the flight I got to know that I was on board of an inaugural airasia Mum-KL flight. Although the queue was never ending, there were numerous counters for airasia and it was very well organised.

Mumbai Airport
Ooo lala! I walked into a high-end mall, oh wait its an airport, or is it? Every unaffordable brand was present, so you move ahead to the eateries, options range from US Pizza to a fancy looking Iifa lounge. I was tempted to look around but every queue was long enough to take that plan off the table. 
Moral of the story: if you are flying airasia, reach the airport four hours early.

Airasia
I am finally on board, the attendants, all look stunning and I spot a fantabulously hot flight attendant, eye candy...check. Interestingly they all had different hairstyles and very chic ones at that. They all are trying hard to hide their annoyance on their fellow customers, who are all behaving like they were at the market to buy fish. But if they had to be curt to get the job done, they were. People were off to KL in herds so I had a bunch of them hovering above my head. Yes, we all are going to KL by bus, now lets play antakshari. I chucked my book back in my bag and plug my earphones to block out the noise.

A lot of people had carried their own food, and by food I don't just mean lunch and dinner. A lady unpacked her bag on the two empty seats besides me and her bag only contained sna(ke)cks- chakli, farsaan, theplas, biscuits, chocolates, and some more. 

Their seating was comfortable with adequate leg space, the air-conditioning worked fine. Once the bees had cleared the air above my head I tried giving sleep a shot but the enthusiasm of 'flying abroad' made it too difficult. I decided to look around and amuse myself instead.

The sky was a sea of clouds, as beautiful as it could get from a flight window perhaps. A kid points at the clouds and shouts, "Green sky! Green sky!" I hope his mothers brushed up his colours with him. A young couple were all bundled up in scarves and thick jackets like one would for snow, they looked so adorably comfortable. A child that was running around decides to come sit leaving a seat between us. He weasels a pen out of his mother's purse and takes out the magazine to doodle on. I snatch it from him. He takes out a flyer and is about to tear it to pieces, I save it's fate. He takes out another flyer. He doesn't understand English or Hindi so in my broken Gujarati I say "Nooooo! WAIT!". From my purse I quickly give him a scrap of paper.

Reach KL airport
I wait for my friend who is to arrive from Kolkatta. I ask people who look like Indians whether I could deposit my luggage somewhere while I walk around the airport, they don't know English or Hindi, I resign to a corner and sink into my book again. 

Post her arrival we walk around the airport all night. People are sprawled all over on the floors, on chairs, sleeping on or around their luggage. There is an instant flashback of numerous scenes of the V.T. Station (Bombay) at night. Sleep escapes us so we decide to make use of the free Wi-Fi and sit on the airport floor after spreading out some newspapers. Eventually sleep wins and we move to chairs which were super uncomfortable. 
Next morning we treated our tired and pained bodies to Dunkin Donuts. Bliss!
 Smiley Donuts Stuffed with chocolate! :) Donut with a blueberry sauce filling.



Moral of the story: Travel light, do not deposit luggage at airport and carry a sleeping bag or  a sheet to spread out and just sleep on the damn floor.