Up to the Gumba, and beyond

Some things should be revered. Not god, no. Hardworking people and people who give their lives in name of god or philosophy to meditation (no harming anyone) should be respected, even though might possibly be delusional occasionally.
 
That also includes the Nagi Gumba in the Shivapuri hills. It is a popular trekking spot for students of BNKS, especially senior boys. And the reason for it is not as religious as I would hope. We (I admit, I am guilty) go to the Gumba to check out the Aanis(nuns). It’s not like going to some place to check girls out, because it’s not looking for random hot Aanis that we went for--it’s a specific person.
 
We somehow discovered that she was 22 last year (that’s 23 now), but that has not deterred anyone from going up there, because it’s not like she has a boyfriend anyway. The Gumba probably has collected tens of thousands in donations simply because of her. And it’s not a secret anymore: last time when we were going to Shivapuri(we were not going to go there), the guard dais us if we were ‘going to the Gumba to check out the Anis’. I was surprised—shocked, actually—and embarrassed, because I had assumed that it was ‘our little secret’. Now my friends don’t tell their parents that they are going to the Gumba.
 
I realized only very recently that the guard dais were not even referring to that Aani in particular—it seems that a lot of young men go to the Gumbas to check out the young Anis. And that brings be back to where I started from: should they be revered, because they chose a life of isolation and no ahem, materialistic pleasures? I thought so, but now I am not sure. Respect: yes, reverence: haha, who am I kidding!