Born and raised in India, Vijay K Chopra is a graduate of the famed Indian Institute of Technology, New Delhi. He also has a Masters in Management from Lowell Technical Institute (currently University of Lowell), Lowell, Massachusetts. He migrated to the US in early 70s, got married and was blessed with three lovely children.

Besides being a life-long student of engineering and technology and working for a large corporation, Vijay Chopra has shown an unusual grasp of expressing softer and more complex feelings equally well.  Vijay and his wife live in the Chicagoland area. 

more in Vijay’s own words …

May be I am a late bloomer in the sense that it has taken me so long in life to get to be a published author. While I agree with that characterization, my love for good poetry has been a life-long passion. Level of my interest in this art form has been of more than of a casual amateur.

I am of the baby boomer generation and was born in 1946 in Lahore in pre-partition India, and grew up in Delhi. I feel fortunate that I grew up in the 1960s and 70s. This era is labeled by most people as the golden era for song and music; interestingly, not only in Hollywood but also in Bollywood. This was the era when good songs and good poetry were synonymous. Perhaps tastes and trends transcend cultures and geography.

My father was a man of languages and literature. He was a decorated scholar in Sanskrit. He authored and co-authored several books. So in my small way through this my first published work I am adding a few tea spoons of fuel to the bright torch he kindled during his life time.

I started to write and in earnest after some turn of events in my personal life. To cope with an untimely loss of my wife I found that expressing through writing was therapeutic for me.

I believe lot of life is about feelings: Feelings of pleasure or dismay, good or bad, indifferent, biases etc. It really does not matter what values or opinions or biases trigger these feeling. I think what matters more is how one reacts to them and what one does about them, how one channels or focuses them. Lot of my poetry tends to illustrate my feelings about the moment or event.

My father would often use the metaphor of water lily or lotus flower as a template for leading one’s life. This remarkable flower blooms in mud or dirty waters and its leaves stay fresh and green and its flowers unscathed. Philosopher in me often thinks about this metaphor and relationships, meeting and partings, attachments with similar sense of detachment.