Vidhyodevatha, a registered charitable trust, is an instrument that ensures opportunity and enables transformation. This is a purpose that has been served before. It will be served in the years to come.
Hear it in the words of a student.

The year was 1988.

I was playing near the entrance to my home, when I noticed a White Ambassador car stop and someone got down. At first, I did not recognise the person. When I did realize who it was, I was in a shock. I turned to run back into my home but a stern voice called me by my name. “Is your mother at home?” she asked. The next 30 minutes was about to change my life. Forever.
The last few weeks had been very hard. I hadn’t been going to school. Not that I didn’t want to. My school fees had remained unpaid for the last two terms. The last time when I was at school, my class teacher had called me aside and asked me for the fourth time about the fee. I didn’t know what to say. The class teacher told me with regret that I couldn’t attend classes anymore.

I didn’t have a choice. I was going to be a drop-out.

After all, I had been just an average kid in Class 7 at school. I did not attract the attention of any teacher as being anything above average. It wasn’t surprising that no one noticed. I was forgotten, well almost.
Actually, someone had started to take notice. The school principal had been going through the unpaid accounts and picked up the case. After going through the details, she decided to find out more. With her assistant in tow, she arrived at the address registered in the school’s records.

She spoke to my family and understood the situation. She asked me to start attending classes from the next day. She turned to her assistant and dictated a letter awarding me a merit-cum-means scholarship from the endowment funds that were placed under her trust at the school.
That support, right from Class 7 up to Class 12, made a difference. A world of difference.

Something that allowed me to gather myself together in life and pursue studies. And pursue I did. I gave it all I had. Those helping hands had triggered a chain of successes in my life. I aced my board exams and secured admission into an IIT. I worked for a while in the industry, earned an MBA, and now serve as a successful leader in my chosen field.

When I look back, I remember the generosity of those helping hands. That thoughtful head who had given unhesitatingly. That gave me reason to smile and hope. A smile and hope that set my life on a new path. A smile and hope that must be made possible everywhere it can be.

– Raj Mulvadi , class of ’93