A recreational excursion to the calico museum-1

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In the month of July when the whole human race screams for some reprieve from the scorching heat , did a fellow reach Ahmedabad to get a feel of the city, quite oblivious of the fact that the sun over that part of the country is usually brighter and stronger than most parts of the country.
I dropped in at the 11th hour just to give him company and protect him from his own eccentric traits. We were to be housed by a friend whose name needs no introduction(especially if you have been to any eating joints in and around the western region of the country).
So the three of us were to explore the city from a tourist's perspective in weather as hot as hell, but that doesn't matter. Weather hardly matters in India...or at least this what our movies lead us to believe- in a single scene the villain can be seen wearing a tweed, while the actress is dressed in a two-piece swimsuit, the hero sports a leather jacket, even as the henchmen can be seen flaunting outrageously well matched Dick Tracy attires.
Anyways....the point was to impress upon the reader the fact that weather in India is hardly ever the deciding factor.
Our Gujarati friend, a decent fellow. A good host . His obsession with potatoes notwithstanding. WE three explored the city to our heart's content. Which means that each and every excursion was plotted in such a way that either on our way to the place or on our way back we would have the privilege of having potato rich , deep fried snacks and eatables.
On about the third day he mooted the idea of visiting the calico textile museum. Since it involved no potato centric plans, we both became indecently excited about the thing and finally after a he made a few calls, we arranged for ourselves three secure places in the daily guided tour which started at about 10:30 in the morning and lasted for about 2 hrs. The duration of the tour made us all a little apprehensive . What the hell, our normal college day lasted for 3 hrs. But we all mustered some courage and this in no way was not affected by the praises which one of our classmates and who was quite close to the gujju, had showered upon the entire thing. So we all hopped into his mother's car and made our way through the giant door which hid behind itself the WORLD FAMOUS CALICO TEXTILE MUSEUM.