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Bansal: This is not a paid crowd, not lured with chicken-and-booze. Not the ones laden on trucks. They're here because they want to. Because they believe. This is a good man, a good leader. He will give us a good future, he will give us good governance. Ask any man, and he will say he wants to become a doctor, a civil servant, but no man wants to become a leader. Ask them. Everyone shuns politics, because it's filth, but no one's willing to clean it up. They leave the country in the hands of old hyenas who don't even have time to live. In this country, every man aspires for a 20,000-buck job, right? And a pretty girl to marry. Come time to retire you expect to save up enough to buy half an acre of land in the suburbs. To build a 700 square feet house. Painted yellow, and a garden to recline in the sun, while reading newspapers and tell your wife "Darling, politics is ruining this country". You have no right to blame a politician. Had Mahatma Gandhi cozied up at home with his wife and kids, you would've been cleaning latrines in some Englishman's house. Had Thomas Alva Edison not left home, would we have electricity? Had Graham Bell thought like you, would we be using telephones? Even the silkworm, before it dies uses its spit to weave silk to be remembered by. And we are humans.