December 30, 2020 • 13 mins
This is the story of how I made 27 mistakes in eight lines of a school play... And that was just the beginning of my troubles. I’ll also tell you about a woman who grew a donut empire from just $2.
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Speaker 1 (00:08):
Today's stories about kindness, donuts, and the good things that
can happen when you mangle a little Shakespeare. It's also
about me, your host anupum Care, but mostly it's about
making you smile. Welcome to Anupum Cares. Chapter eighteen, Dollars
(00:28):
to Donuts. Remember the story of my first play. You
may recall that the play did not go as planned
and I was tossed off the stage by the milkman's son, Nando.
Usually it's the critics who disapprove of pure performance, not
(00:50):
your castmates. Today, I want to tell you about my
second experience on stage, which it turns out, was equally noteworthy.
This time I was not harmed, but I did do
some damage to Mr William Shakespeare. It all happened because
(01:12):
one of my teachers, her Dossians are dreamt of directing
an English play, and not just any English play, an
ambitious one, especially for a group of Indie speakers like ourselves.
Her Dossians are wanted to stage William Shakespeare's The Merchant
of Venice. At the time, I was a bit of
(01:36):
a teacher's pet, known for bringing the teacher's snacks and
tea before the class, so her versions. Are was fond
of me, and it paid off. When it came time
to cast the show, he gave me a little role.
I was cast as the Clerk of the Court. Sure
it was a minor role, but I was killed. Essentially,
I had eight lines to read in my big scene
(01:58):
that judge would say, Clerk of the Court, read out
the charges, and then I would step forward and proudly
list them off. Charge number one blah blah blah, charl
number two something something something, and so on until child
number eight sounds easy right. Unfortunately, the English did me
in and on the final dress reassel the day before
(02:21):
the show, I made a few mistakes. Well, maybe a
few is underselling it. I made twenty seven mistakes to
be exact. Little did I know the school principles of
tricage had been watching from the audience, but he quickly
made his presence known. He didn't even wait until my
scene had ended before he started shouting actor outline turn
(02:47):
down to play barn. Twenty seven mistakes in eight lines
throw him out of the play out. It turns out
Mr Prakash had placed a lot of pressure on the show. Apparently,
the Dipty commission of SMA and several other dignitaries had
been invited to the performance, and now he was worried
that this could be the end of our school's funding.
(03:10):
But the verbal lashing was only part of it. In
his outrage, Mr Prakash gave a swift kick to my
behind that sent me rolling off the stage and into
the wings. This was not my finest moment. When I
gathered myself, I rushed over to her sancer and fell
at his feet. I pleaded, please, please, please, please please playboy. Basically,
(03:36):
please please please don't kick me out of the pledge. Father,
my mother have been invited, I have invited my neighbors.
Every one, Sir, I know, I know, I'm not in
the plate Tomorrow's I'll bet embarrasser. Alas was a kind man,
and he took pity on me, so he took up
my case with the principal. He said, is a good boy.
(03:58):
Let's not exclude him from the place. Instead, let's just
adjust his role so that he can stand on stage
but won't have any lines. He just needs to nod.
He suggested that the judge could read all the charges
in my place. The principal agreed, and I was thrilled
at thank you, thank you, thank you? No line, no lines, yesir, yes, sir,
(04:18):
no line no yes sir no, okay, thank you no.
The next day was opening night. The principal, the depty, commissioner,
and other dignitaries of Shimla were seated in the very
front row, even though I no longer had any lines.
My whole fan club was there too, sitting in a
(04:41):
line in the eighth row, My mom, my dad, raju j.
I later learned my parents clutched each other's hands nervously,
praying that this performance would go better than my first
one look in that count American armed but me. When
curtain rose, I was not even slightly nervous. After all,
(05:03):
I had no lines. What did I have to be
worried about. Finally it was time for my big scene.
I entered the stage and allowed my eyes and my
mind to wander my pay attention. All I had to
do was not mmm. I caught my dad's eye. He
(05:26):
had that big goofy smile he always wore during my performances.
I looked at my mom and my friends. I heard
the judge say clerk of the courte read out the
charges and nodded my head assuming the judge would go on,
but the judge stared at me and repeated louder. Clerk
(05:48):
of the courte read out the charges. In that moment,
I realized I was the clerk. I was supposed to talk. Obviously,
ours sir had forgotten to tell the judge that we
changed the script and given him my lines. I knew
I had to say something, so I tried to communicate
with a slight Shakespearean flair. No, no kind, sir, thou
(06:10):
read it out of the charges. The teacher now said
that yesterday. But the judge did not take the hint.
He repeated, Clerk of the court, I want you to
read out the charges. I persisted, thou read it the charges.
The last time I doth read the charges. At last,
I made twenty seven mistakes. The Honorable Principle was not
(06:31):
happy and on the judge ignored me and said, Clerk,
I command you to read all the charges. Looked at her,
standing in the mix, I mimed, what what what do?
What do I do? He wildly gester for me to
keep going. So I decided to improvise. I don't remember
the exact words I use, but I believe the clerk
(06:52):
ended up saying something like this, for a judge, you
have poor bloody chug night. An Tonio is ready to
give you money, but all you want is is a
pound of flesh. A pound of flesh. If I were you,
I would take the money. If you don't, why I
should take your gavil and vacuu over the head with it. Now.
(07:19):
Oh God, I'm sure if he could, Shakespeare would have
jumped out of his grave shouting, hey, you Hindi boy,
thou shalt stop now. But in all honesty, I felt
I had added some spice to this old classic, and
the audience seemed to agree with me. My parents enjoyed
the show the most, and as you can imagine, the
(07:42):
principles of Trica liked it the least. That night, my
father proudly told my mother, they're too Diday. Fantastic job
today as a comedian. He was so good. In fact,
I think he was the best the Lord. No need
to feed the milk and almonds anymore. I think Raju
(08:04):
needs them. Now, how are you going to ekespeare and
to the best. If you're wondering why I became an actor,
I think part of it goes back to that second play.
The experience made me realize the joy of performing, the
joy of delivering such delight to an audience. The laughter
(08:25):
and applause that night energized me. It gave me confidence.
And if my teacher had Sir hadn't given me a
second chance, I don't know if I would have pursued
acting or be here talking to you. That little vote
of confidence changed my future, the same way a little
vote of confidence changed Pitty Roses. Let me tell you
(08:51):
the story. Batty Rose and her husband live in Southeastern Africa,
in Malawi, and for most of their lives they endured
unimaginable poverty. For years, the couple lived in a small
(09:13):
hut on a two point five acre plot of farm land,
but the only farmed a fraction of it. The sad
truth is they could never afford to buy enough seeds
and fertilizer to make more use of their land. When
their oldest son was in the fourth grade, money got
so tight that they had to pull him out of school.
(09:33):
The cost just five dollars per term was too high
for them to bear. To say that Beatty Rose's family
was poor is an understatement. They were starving. In an
interview with The New York Times. Batty explained that she
owned only one dress, and at nighttime she had to
use it as her only blanket. But in two thousand five,
(09:58):
Bitty made a decision that would change her family's fortunes.
That year, she joined a village saving group started by
an international aid organization called Care. You See, Betty Rose
was one of the two point five billion people on
the planet who didn't have access to a bank or
simple bank account. She and her family didn't have a
safe place to store any of their money. The Care
(10:22):
organizations sponsored a program to fix that, called Villagers Saving
and Loan Associations. The group trains women on how to
save money. Then they give the village a lockbox where
the community can store their savings and choose how to lend.
When Batty Rose joined the program, she and nineteen other
(10:42):
women from the area would meet and deposit sphere change
into the new lock box. Over time, the group began
learning very small sums of their savings to group members
to help them start new projects. Some use the money
to buy seed and fertilizer, others used it to start
their own small businesses. But when Batty Rose received her loan,
(11:05):
a sum of just two dollars, she knew exactly what
she was going to do with it. She was going
to bake donuts, specifically a traditional local donut recipe. Beatty
Rose used the money to buy some basic supplies, then
she started baking. Before long, she was selling the donuts
(11:26):
to local villagers for two cents a pop out of
a plastic bag. Apparently Batty Rose had quite a knack
for baking, because her donuts started bringing in some serious dough.
She made her two dollars back almost immediately, and then
she started baking more and more, between hundred and fifty
two fifty donuts a day. Indeed, the good sold out
(11:48):
fast and profits boiling. As Beatty Rose made more donuts,
she made more money, and all of a sudden, the
family had enough money to buy seeds and fertilize her
for their two point five acre plot. Not only did
her husband start farming and selling more vegetables, but he
leaves two more acres and hired ten laborers to help
him farm. In a matter of months, Patty Rose and
(12:10):
her husband went from extreme poverty to running their own business.
Betty Rows sent her kids back to school, and they
even built themselves a beautiful new home made of brick.
It turns out all they needed was an opportunity and
a little vote of confidence, just two dollars in fact,
to get them started. Think about that the next time
(12:33):
you spend two bucks at a local donut shop. That's
it for today's episode. I'm an openm Care, Be kind
to yourself and thank you for listening. And opum Cares
(12:56):
is a production of I Heart Redew. I'm Your host
An Open Care. Our executive producer Is Mangis, Senior producer
Julian Weller, Associate producer Morgan Lavoy. Sound design and mixing
by Julian Weller and Dan Bauza. Music by Aaron Kauffman.
(13:17):
Production support from Emily Marinoff and Married Duke. Writing by
Lucas Riley, Matt Riddle, Margon Lavoy and Julian Weller. Lucas
Riley and Matt Riddle are our story editors. Thanks to
Seekin Paru, Herman de Suza, Ladwin Amana, Sidium Studios, Cornel
Burne and Pop Pint and The Curtain Rising Chicky Chicky.
(13:50):
It was rusted one play in a year. We used
to do
Today's stories about kindness, donuts, and the good things that
can happen when you mangle a little Shakespeare. It's also
about me, your host anupum Care, but mostly it's about
making you smile. Welcome to Anupum Cares. Chapter eighteen, Dollars
(00:28):
to Donuts. Remember the story of my first play. You
may recall that the play did not go as planned
and I was tossed off the stage by the milkman's son, Nando.
Usually it's the critics who disapprove of pure performance, not
(00:50):
your castmates. Today, I want to tell you about my
second experience on stage, which it turns out, was equally noteworthy.
This time I was not harmed, but I did do
some damage to Mr William Shakespeare. It all happened because
(01:12):
one of my teachers, her Dossians are dreamt of directing
an English play, and not just any English play, an
ambitious one, especially for a group of Indie speakers like ourselves.
Her Dossians are wanted to stage William Shakespeare's The Merchant
of Venice. At the time, I was a bit of
(01:36):
a teacher's pet, known for bringing the teacher's snacks and
tea before the class, so her versions. Are was fond
of me, and it paid off. When it came time
to cast the show, he gave me a little role.
I was cast as the Clerk of the Court. Sure
it was a minor role, but I was killed. Essentially,
I had eight lines to read in my big scene
(01:58):
that judge would say, Clerk of the Court, read out
the charges, and then I would step forward and proudly
list them off. Charge number one blah blah blah, charl
number two something something something, and so on until child
number eight sounds easy right. Unfortunately, the English did me
in and on the final dress reassel the day before
(02:21):
the show, I made a few mistakes. Well, maybe a
few is underselling it. I made twenty seven mistakes to
be exact. Little did I know the school principles of
tricage had been watching from the audience, but he quickly
made his presence known. He didn't even wait until my
scene had ended before he started shouting actor outline turn
(02:47):
down to play barn. Twenty seven mistakes in eight lines
throw him out of the play out. It turns out
Mr Prakash had placed a lot of pressure on the show. Apparently,
the Dipty commission of SMA and several other dignitaries had
been invited to the performance, and now he was worried
that this could be the end of our school's funding.
(03:10):
But the verbal lashing was only part of it. In
his outrage, Mr Prakash gave a swift kick to my
behind that sent me rolling off the stage and into
the wings. This was not my finest moment. When I
gathered myself, I rushed over to her sancer and fell
at his feet. I pleaded, please, please, please, please please playboy. Basically,
(03:36):
please please please don't kick me out of the pledge. Father,
my mother have been invited, I have invited my neighbors.
Every one, Sir, I know, I know, I'm not in
the plate Tomorrow's I'll bet embarrasser. Alas was a kind man,
and he took pity on me, so he took up
my case with the principal. He said, is a good boy.
(03:58):
Let's not exclude him from the place. Instead, let's just
adjust his role so that he can stand on stage
but won't have any lines. He just needs to nod.
He suggested that the judge could read all the charges
in my place. The principal agreed, and I was thrilled
at thank you, thank you, thank you? No line, no lines, yesir, yes, sir,
(04:18):
no line no yes sir no, okay, thank you no.
The next day was opening night. The principal, the depty, commissioner,
and other dignitaries of Shimla were seated in the very
front row, even though I no longer had any lines.
My whole fan club was there too, sitting in a
(04:41):
line in the eighth row, My mom, my dad, raju j.
I later learned my parents clutched each other's hands nervously,
praying that this performance would go better than my first
one look in that count American armed but me. When
curtain rose, I was not even slightly nervous. After all,
(05:03):
I had no lines. What did I have to be
worried about. Finally it was time for my big scene.
I entered the stage and allowed my eyes and my
mind to wander my pay attention. All I had to
do was not mmm. I caught my dad's eye. He
(05:26):
had that big goofy smile he always wore during my performances.
I looked at my mom and my friends. I heard
the judge say clerk of the courte read out the
charges and nodded my head assuming the judge would go on,
but the judge stared at me and repeated louder. Clerk
(05:48):
of the courte read out the charges. In that moment,
I realized I was the clerk. I was supposed to talk. Obviously,
ours sir had forgotten to tell the judge that we
changed the script and given him my lines. I knew
I had to say something, so I tried to communicate
with a slight Shakespearean flair. No, no kind, sir, thou
(06:10):
read it out of the charges. The teacher now said
that yesterday. But the judge did not take the hint.
He repeated, Clerk of the court, I want you to
read out the charges. I persisted, thou read it the charges.
The last time I doth read the charges. At last,
I made twenty seven mistakes. The Honorable Principle was not
(06:31):
happy and on the judge ignored me and said, Clerk,
I command you to read all the charges. Looked at her,
standing in the mix, I mimed, what what what do?
What do I do? He wildly gester for me to
keep going. So I decided to improvise. I don't remember
the exact words I use, but I believe the clerk
(06:52):
ended up saying something like this, for a judge, you
have poor bloody chug night. An Tonio is ready to
give you money, but all you want is is a
pound of flesh. A pound of flesh. If I were you,
I would take the money. If you don't, why I
should take your gavil and vacuu over the head with it. Now.
(07:19):
Oh God, I'm sure if he could, Shakespeare would have
jumped out of his grave shouting, hey, you Hindi boy,
thou shalt stop now. But in all honesty, I felt
I had added some spice to this old classic, and
the audience seemed to agree with me. My parents enjoyed
the show the most, and as you can imagine, the
(07:42):
principles of Trica liked it the least. That night, my
father proudly told my mother, they're too Diday. Fantastic job
today as a comedian. He was so good. In fact,
I think he was the best the Lord. No need
to feed the milk and almonds anymore. I think Raju
(08:04):
needs them. Now, how are you going to ekespeare and
to the best. If you're wondering why I became an actor,
I think part of it goes back to that second play.
The experience made me realize the joy of performing, the
joy of delivering such delight to an audience. The laughter
(08:25):
and applause that night energized me. It gave me confidence.
And if my teacher had Sir hadn't given me a
second chance, I don't know if I would have pursued
acting or be here talking to you. That little vote
of confidence changed my future, the same way a little
vote of confidence changed Pitty Roses. Let me tell you
(08:51):
the story. Batty Rose and her husband live in Southeastern Africa,
in Malawi, and for most of their lives they endured
unimaginable poverty. For years, the couple lived in a small
(09:13):
hut on a two point five acre plot of farm land,
but the only farmed a fraction of it. The sad
truth is they could never afford to buy enough seeds
and fertilizer to make more use of their land. When
their oldest son was in the fourth grade, money got
so tight that they had to pull him out of school.
(09:33):
The cost just five dollars per term was too high
for them to bear. To say that Beatty Rose's family
was poor is an understatement. They were starving. In an
interview with The New York Times. Batty explained that she
owned only one dress, and at nighttime she had to
use it as her only blanket. But in two thousand five,
(09:58):
Bitty made a decision that would change her family's fortunes.
That year, she joined a village saving group started by
an international aid organization called Care. You See, Betty Rose
was one of the two point five billion people on
the planet who didn't have access to a bank or
simple bank account. She and her family didn't have a
safe place to store any of their money. The Care
(10:22):
organizations sponsored a program to fix that, called Villagers Saving
and Loan Associations. The group trains women on how to
save money. Then they give the village a lockbox where
the community can store their savings and choose how to lend.
When Batty Rose joined the program, she and nineteen other
(10:42):
women from the area would meet and deposit sphere change
into the new lock box. Over time, the group began
learning very small sums of their savings to group members
to help them start new projects. Some use the money
to buy seed and fertilizer, others used it to start
their own small businesses. But when Batty Rose received her loan,
(11:05):
a sum of just two dollars, she knew exactly what
she was going to do with it. She was going
to bake donuts, specifically a traditional local donut recipe. Beatty
Rose used the money to buy some basic supplies, then
she started baking. Before long, she was selling the donuts
(11:26):
to local villagers for two cents a pop out of
a plastic bag. Apparently Batty Rose had quite a knack
for baking, because her donuts started bringing in some serious dough.
She made her two dollars back almost immediately, and then
she started baking more and more, between hundred and fifty
two fifty donuts a day. Indeed, the good sold out
(11:48):
fast and profits boiling. As Beatty Rose made more donuts,
she made more money, and all of a sudden, the
family had enough money to buy seeds and fertilize her
for their two point five acre plot. Not only did
her husband start farming and selling more vegetables, but he
leaves two more acres and hired ten laborers to help
him farm. In a matter of months, Patty Rose and
(12:10):
her husband went from extreme poverty to running their own business.
Betty Rows sent her kids back to school, and they
even built themselves a beautiful new home made of brick.
It turns out all they needed was an opportunity and
a little vote of confidence, just two dollars in fact,
to get them started. Think about that the next time
(12:33):
you spend two bucks at a local donut shop. That's
it for today's episode. I'm an openm Care, Be kind
to yourself and thank you for listening. And opum Cares
(12:56):
is a production of I Heart Redew. I'm Your host
An Open Care. Our executive producer Is Mangis, Senior producer
Julian Weller, Associate producer Morgan Lavoy. Sound design and mixing
by Julian Weller and Dan Bauza. Music by Aaron Kauffman.
(13:17):
Production support from Emily Marinoff and Married Duke. Writing by
Lucas Riley, Matt Riddle, Margon Lavoy and Julian Weller. Lucas
Riley and Matt Riddle are our story editors. Thanks to
Seekin Paru, Herman de Suza, Ladwin Amana, Sidium Studios, Cornel
Burne and Pop Pint and The Curtain Rising Chicky Chicky.
(13:50):
It was rusted one play in a year. We used
to do
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