At GrassRoots Trust

Connecting Dreams...To Destinations...

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About Us

Ashmita Boopathy Moturi
"Living in Besant Nager, the beach front of Chennai, it becomes a ritual for every member living in this suburb to take a walk by the beach side. As I walked by the beach I noticed a bunch of children from the nearby village where most fishermen dwell. These kids were playing cricket, the most cherished sport of India. I was surprised to watch them play the game without a ready made bat, a ball or stumps. They were all handmade and artistically chiseled out to serve the purpose from parts of a coconut tree. Towards the end of the walk I also noticed a little one playing rhythmically on the platform with some wayside lumbar, imagining it to be his set of percussion. I noticed the houses they lived in, every bit of it innovatively decorated. A momentary thought passed by, if this talent was actually utilised to more useful creativity, we could build a society of entrepreneurs.

A few lines from Thomas Grey�s poem jogged my memory cells:

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

I felt, all they need was a fair chance each one of us is offered. Being financially challenged cannot be reason enough to steal away from a child what each one of us demand as rights."

Dr. Manjula P.B Testimonial

Through my 40 years of matrimonial life, I have seen women churning gracefully through shackles of male arrogance and dominance, wrath and laws of in-laws, all through projecting to the society her wonder bound matrimonial status. A silent tear she would shed for lack of financial independence and a bleak future for her children. Years of the trauma also left them cancer and other so called incurable diseases. It has been my greatest dream to open doors to new avenues, dreams and ventures for these women. 

Sarojini Devi Purushotham

I was 16 years old when the 2nd World War broke out and my entire family was brought to rags from royalty and riches. We we forced to leave our homes of luxury in Burma and walked to India through hunger, illness, agony and death for 9 long months. We began our lives again with Rs. 5 way back in 1945, fought for freedom and realized what life was really about at the end of the glorious struggle. My thirst for service and sharing began back then and has not yet been quenched. At the age of 95 today, I am elated to see that my daughter and grand daughter have continued my legacy of wanting join hands to make a difference in the society.