Yesterday I visited my old city after a long time. My city,  Ahmedabad,  is divided into two parts by the river, the old city which is the heritage part and the new city which is the concrete jungle part where I live.

Every time, when I am slightly disappointed with the fact that Ahmedabad is losing its soul,  I feel reassured by the old city which never fails to shower its warmth and love.  One feels there is hope for our children to witness this beautiful community love which we grew up in.

That morning, I had a bad start in this new part of the city. A man, who surely looked like a Gunda,  just stopped his motorcycle in the middle of the road. I was driving my car right behind him.  Thus I was about to bump him. My immediate reaction was that I honked and asked him in sign language, ” What the hell are you doing?”  Mr. ‘owner of the road who thinks I can do what ever and it is my right to stop in the middle of the road’ gestureed that as his friend wanted to get off,  felt offended and started abusing. May be he needed constant assurance that he is a superior man and he can treat women with disrespect ! Well,  one can guess the

rest of the story…..

I continued driving, feeling sorry for the present state of the road rage considering the lack of respect and the arrogance that I had witnessed in the morning.

By mid morning,  me and mom had gone to visit the old city market to buy some stuff. Driving a car in the narrow pols of the old city is impossible! Thus we parked our car as we entered the old city and hired a rickshaw. As we hopped on the rickshaw, the rickshaw driver was an old man. He confirmed to us that he will charge 30 ₹. We nodded and he started his rickshaw driving zig zag through the traffic.

As our destination arrived,  we got down and gave him his fare.

The rickshaw wala looked back at us and with the most courteous words told us,

A very long thank you and a very long God bless.”

I had the biggest smile as we got out of the rickshaw! Though his English was not right,  he sounded so right and sweet.

This is the charm of my old city, people who live there are warm ,courteous and content. I think we have a lot to learn from them.

The shop keepers are so helpful even if they don’t have something at their shop,  they will direct us to the shop which has what we were looking for.  Many times they will come with us to help us find the shop……

In the old city, google map is a completely useless application. Its just fun to ask and interact with people at every corner and at every door.

With this kind of community bonding,  I am sure depression, loneliness and other psychological disorders  which people from bigger cities face are unheard in the old pol community of Ahmedabad.

Just as I like visiting the old city as every time I learn sometime new or capture a totally different photograph, I like reinventing old recipes.

Cooked this mushroom Lasagna…

The recipe is same as any veg lasagna  but the filling is different.

Mushroom filling:

2 packets of mushrooms chopped

6-7 garlic cloves finely chopped

1/2 cup black olives finely chopped

1/2 cup white wine ( optional)

Chilies flakes as per taste

1 tbsp olive oil

Salt to taste


Heat the olive oil, add garlic, cook for few seconds.

Add all the other ingredients and cook for 5-7 minutes till all the water evaporates.

Take it from the heat and let it cool down.

Once it cools add it as a filling in the lasagna.

Also sharing a link to a lasagna recipe which I shared earlier on


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