Vrindavan mein Radhe-Radhe, Madhya Pradesh mein Raje-Raje."
The zaniest of all her election slogans, people latch on to its lyrical rhythm the quickest.
In most places that day people had waited for her for over three hours; at one location the village elder said
he had waited since noon.
That was three hours ago.
By the time, Yashodhara Raje and her campaign team reach the next village it is dark.
The village has no electricity. They haven't had it for a year, and give different reasons why.
"The wires have been cut."
"Only the poles are here."
"Sometimes two people don't pay the bill and the (electricity) board snaps power from the whole village," says Yashodhara Raje.
With light from a gas lamp, standing under a neem tree, she explains the schemes she has brought from the Centre.
Watersheds. Roads. Primary schools.
It's 9.45 and pitch dark. Nawab Khan, her driver, is making his way into the city. On the move with her since she began campaigning, he sleeps as little as her and says it is great working for the 'maharaj'.
On reaching the city, she is told of a doctor's meeting that wasn't on her schedule and reprimands party workers for the mix-up.
"Educated people don't like to be kept waiting."
Yashodhara Raje is late for that encounter by over an hour-and-a-half. But, like almost always, her regal charm will save the day.