Ugrasen Baoli : Finally

No!! We arent ghosts.

Goddamn! Its been years I have been trying to sneak into this place known by the name "Baoli" to me. I have seen people posting their snaps on Facebook. In fact, about one and a half year ago when i was roaming on my own around CP, the thought of visiting this place struck in my mind. I remember calling Neetika just to confirm where the place was while I was standing around YMCA library in CP. She was the last person i knew who had visited the baoli lately (at that time of course). But, she wasnt sure how she reached there and ended up confusing me along. I dont remember any effort I made again to visit this place. Inside, it was still pushing me.

My friends from the days of TechM finally managed to meet after continously planning for almost about two years now since Mukta left the company. Soon after, Toonda (Aditya) left. The most closest friend I had and still have has been nobody but Chirag. This guy has stood alongside no matter how hard things have been for me. Sometimes I feel its a nice little thing being a boy since only boys understand true friendship. Had he been a girl or had I been one, things would have been like "Fill-the-bucket or someone else will." Rakesh, as usual, teases me around and yeah, he did something again that i would mention in the end. Mukta was still at her laughing best. Toonda is the best example i consider to be quoted as "Wolverine". The surprise of the day was Ritica of course, the little cutie whom I saw after almost 3 years. To my amazement, she came out of the office and jelled in, without any screams.

Ugrasen ki Baoli isnt what I am going to describe like Wikipedia does. All i know is the structure acted as a reservoir of water during the times of Mughals. It was a nice dependable way of getting underground water as well as collecting rain water. Today, I dont know really what happens when heavy rain falls but I am sure the water escapes somehow that I wasnt able to guess. The dampness at the floor, which is quite shallow, was a proof that water doesnt stays there anymore. The stairs are quite large and the constant up and down motion because of  demand for photographs can be very tiring, especially for thighs. The pathways at the sides would remind of some creepy scenes from Horror movies (I think I am exaggerating but during the night time with a candle in hand, it will definitely scare the shit out)

It is always amazing to view the Mughal architecture and I feel proud being a Delhiite (well... almost). I have saved a newspaper article describing some unexplored architectures in Delhi that I would definitely seek out in the coming days. At the end of the stairs lies a very small tunnel, not even 7 steps in length, that opens upto the floor of a big well. It is such an unexplainable feeling to stand and look right up to the roof which is closed. I was standing alone at that place when everybody went out. I was merely imagining what if I get trapped in here. Would I find a way out? How? Like bruce does in The Dark Knight (Follow the link to video). No. But somehow, I would have found a way. May be I had learned to climb. Or may be thirst and hunger would have killed me. But I wasnt scared of that place. Stood there. To face it.

 The most memorable part of this visit will always be the apple of our eyes and a moment when we will die laughing at our own selves without any reason. While walking back, the street had been laden with clothes washed by washermen on the side paths. Chirag wiped off his ice cream from his face using one of the clean clothes put up for drying and yes, the washerman saw him. The washerman shouted, abused and got a beating from Rakesh until whole of the community gathered to beat 4 of us (girls were at a distance) with Sticks. Fortunately, we were merely beaten by hands and successfully avoided a visit to hospital with broken bones and pride. The after effects of teasing a lion in his own cave were :

• Rakesh's swollen eye
• Chirag's painful thigh
• Aditya's warm head
• My broken Fast Track shades

Nonetheless, this experience can never be put into words but to be imagined again and again. All we 6 were doing were laughing our hearts out when we sat down tired. It made me remember Dil Chahta Hai's scene when the 3 of them are standing on a yatch and burst out laughing without any reason. It was such a natural acting scene. This Baoli visit will be nice story that I will remember whenever I can. With some sizzlers and beer at Gola's Sizzlers, we ended the day in a high note with probably the best time I had since an year or so. The mischief is alive, so is the wanderer. I am a wild animal, and I cant be owned. And yeah, Rakesh kissed me again with Chirag and Aditya holding my hands tightly, right inside the Rajiv Chowk Metro Station. 3rd time. Lolzwa. 

Whoever read this blog and found my story as a waste of his/her precious time, recover it by having a look at the pics below. Shaan Bheem Shaant.

Yayyyyyyyy.... finally

Blah Blah Blah as usual

Long awaited entrance

Shallowness

He is like The Mask, suddenly dissappears and appears

She hasnt changed a bit, me too minus my Hair.

The gang at the gallery

Time for my skills

Talks on-the-rocks

Teeths out

I should have edited it on Greyscale

Far far away stands the Wanderer

Posing (Chirag is stiff)

Died and flattened...must have been a battle

The little tunnel

Inside the well

Made me remember Dark Knight when Bruce escapes from the well...however it wont have been possible here

Kickass

Post Pitayi Effects

I would like to end this post with a very short and meaningful one-liner said by my Bade Mama.Yes mama, these words will remain golden eggs to me all my life. Thank you.

                               "Vikku, keep Life as Simple as it is........."