The Bihariji Temple was constructed in early 17th century during the reign of Mirza Raja Jai Singh 1 who was renowned for his architectural contributions to the town of Amber. There seem to be no later additions to the site and the fabric though in ruins retains its original historic layer. The site is a significant representative of temple architecture. The temple originally housed icons of Lakshmi Narayan, but currently lies in disuse. The site is also a historic marker as one of the existing layers from the time of famous Mirza Raja Jai Singh I and associated with the famous court poet Bihari from that period. Strategically located, the site with its high plinth creates an interesting dialogue with the step well of Panna Mian ka Kund across the street, thus adding significantly to the urban fabric. The temple was in an abandoned and ruined state. The octagonal corbelled roof of the colonnaded hall had completely given way. The sunshades were missing in a number of places, the plaster and stone requires cleaning and there was vegetation growth on the external surfaces. The condition of the site reflected the discontinuity of use to be a major cause of deterioration as that resulted in a lack of maintenance by the community. The site was in an urgent need of consolidation. Conservation measures were also required to control the effects of natural ageing on the structure. In the late 1980’s, Jaipur was expanding, and the low property values in nearby Amber led to an influx of people. The ruins of Amber were used as habitation or as source of materials for new structures being constructed. 

The man in the Audi (on the right), clearly a car too big for him but a complete pillock, however it gave me a reference between looking up toward the edge of the temple and the corner chhatri of the stepwell where I found Bear and our guide, Singh.

From an Indian tourist website:- There is no confirmed history or record on how this Baori came to be called Panna Meena or Panna Mian Kund.  As per the local legend, during the reign of Maharajah Jai Singh, a eunuch named Panna Miahserved in the royal court of Amer Fort and some believe that he was instrumental in constructing this stepwell. It is believed that it dates back to the 16th century. There is yet another theory that it was built by the locals Meenas who were original residents of Amer before Rajputs arrived during 10-11th century. Locals believe that Panna Meena was a brave warrior and this stepwell was built in his remembrance. It is unlikely that Panna Meena Kund dates before the 11th century. In the absence of records, people add their own versions and stories. The fact is we know very little about its history.

One of the unique aspects of this Baori is its inconspicuous presence. The steps cover only three sides and there is plenty of space where one can sit, chat or enjoy the views around. There are niches in between the stair levels which add to the design. It’s possible that they were designed with some utility, in mind. There four octagonal pavilions or Chhatris on all four corners.

This Baori was more than merely a source of water. It was a meeting spot for the women; to chit-chat and catch up on each other’s life. Therefore, it’s an important part of our culture & history and not simply a built heritage. By visiting, this stepwell you can probably visualize how life must have been centuries ago.

The water in the bottom of the well looked very unappealing.

I set off to take pictures at each corner.

The first picture in this trio shows three arches – the level to which the water rises during the wet season. Up to a few years ago tourists and locals alike could collect water or take a cooling swim. Today local police and guards prevent visitors from even using a single step. The steps and of course, a pose picture.

To our left a flag pole with multiple level open-plan steps. The Amber (Amer) Fort up in the background.

High on the hill, the military outpost.

However you look at it, some very dodgy supports.............

Sadly, a reflection on the window of the car picked up my trouser leg, but, not half as sad as seeing a cow rummaging through a pile of rubbish......