Trouble is that this boxes us into a terrible situation where the answer to everything is: "Because!"
One faces the prospect of explaining to the Supreme Court that "we" are fine and dandy with millions of "us" wading through poo-filled Pampa River ( I am citing reports from experience) to walk up the Holy 18 steps every year, but our Pure Beliefs won't allow women to walk the same path with or without a good bath. Because we are Holy onlee.
On the temple opening timings, my guess is that if the temple stays open 18 hours a day for 330 days a year, people will schedule worship appropriately and after 10 years no one will miss the Holiness of waiting for hours for the Nada to Open. They will laugh at the very idea of such an atrocious arrangement. The temple just needs to hire more pujaris to make this happen and have a more organized process for re-decorating and preparing the Inner Sanctum. None of that violates any holy concept.
IMO there are many perfectly good Believers who refuse to contemplate going to The Temple in the neighborhood on Special Days. Because it is very hard to pray peacefully in a bazaar environment.
To bring in an even more blasphemous example: I was once told that the ski resorts in the Rocky Mountains were once places to which only men travelled. OK, maybe men and agile girffriends because there was no danger of Bibi/Bacche coming there. Why? Because one had to be pretty agile and foolhardy (or drunk) to leap on to the ChairLift as it slowed down for a moment at the bottom.
Then someone invented a Chair Lift that did an elaborate low-level maneuver that kept it at crawling speed on level ground, but allowed the main climb and descent to proceed fast. Result? Old folks and kids could easily get on and off. Suddenly, the bijnej of the resort itself, and even of the mountaintop cafe, boomed. You could sell Ben-Gay and Geritol in the Store, as well as kids' toys and clothes and shoes. Families came along for the weekend holiday, because they could get on the chair-lift and go up to the top, and sit sipping chocolate in the warm cafe there, watching Dad/Hubby/Son go zooming down the slopes with the wind whistling through the holes in their heads.
Wasn't this sheer sacrilege, hain? Climb a MOUNTAIN, get to the top of a ski slope, without being a skier? Share the ChairLift with geezers and brats, not with houris like James Bond? Yeah, but the increased sales overcame all such resistance. The advertising showed a portly momma in ski goggles under
We've Slid a Long Way, Baby!
instead of the Rugged Tanned (but White) He-Man VP Sales with the half-starved SuperModel on his arm.
And likewise, 10 years from now (more like 10 weeks from now!), like it or not, the advertisement for the Real SabariMala Worshipper will feature a portly Malloo matron. Maybe they WILL set up a Chair Lift (maybe a Helipad too) to the adjacent hill and a Walkway Bridge across to SM.
You know that soon Cheen tourists will zip past Mt. Kailash and around Lake Manasarovar in pressurized, air-conditioned luxury sipping whatever they sip over there, in their Mag-Lev super-Bullet Trains built by Pakistan Rel Ltd. 5 hours, Beijing-Manasarovar. Stay at the 50-floor Oberoi-Sheraton-Xi opposite Mt. Everest. Stroll to the top of Mt. Kailash on an Escalator.
The Hardy Pilgrim who takes on the Suffering to Build Character and Reinforce Faith, has their days numbered, sorry.