As my high speed train (HSR
or High Speed Rail) left Tainan for Taichung I could not remove from my mind
the insistent crooning of Akshay Mohanty, “Aaji
kali je dhana heuchhi naa tara taichung”. I seemed to hear the song louder
every time the electronic display board of the coach showed the reducing
distance to Taichung during the 184 km journey of 43 minutes. My present
journey and Akshay’s song had evoked a fond childhood memory about the paddy
seed which had been so popular among Odia farmers decades ago. My grandfather
spoke highly about this high yielding variety seed, and I was now headed for the
origin of the fabled seed. As I alighted from the HSR I experienced some kind
of spiritual connect.
The window of my twelfth
floor hotel room opened to a big park, complete with jogging tracks, a pond, flower
beds, well manicured lawns, landscapes, kids’ playgrounds, tennis courts, telephones,
toilets, eateries and all other amenities. Everything gelled so well with the
leafy environment of the park. I waited for the next day so that I would head
for the park first thing in the morning. Next morning as I immersed myself in
my workout among the local folks who
jogged, walked, played tennis, did tai
chi exercises, I felt truly rejuvenated.
(Taichung Park)
Just near the approach road to the entrance of the museum I discovered
an Indian restaurant, a rarity in Taichung. The naan and chicken butter masala
provided a welcome break from the Taiwanese cuisine and the regular McDonald’s
and KFC fare. I curiously looked for the owner of the establishment who would most
likely be an Indian, but there was no Indian face around. I asked the person
who was serving us about who owned the place and he said he did. He was Fred
Lin, an Indian of Chinese origin from Medinipur. Fred told us that Indian food
was popular with the locals, and we could see it from the full house.
(Taichung Paddy)
Sun Moon Lake teems with eating places supplying exotic seafood and
delicious fruit salads. I enter into a restaurant to order the shrimp on
display. To my great relief I find the owner well versed in English which makes
the ordering part easy. I strike a conversation with him and gather that he is
also bitten by the travel bug. He has visited 42 countries so far, but sadly
not India yet. He has decorated the walls of his joint with his travel photos. The
shrimp dish he prepares for me tastes heavenly.
On my return journey to Taichung in the evening I could not see the dark
paddy fields from my bus window, but I could feel the calm that I experienced
whenever I visited my grandfather’s farm years ago.