surfers’ paradise, australia • 1981
way back when.
Mix bellbottoms, koalas and samosas, and that was about the era and atmosphere of my early childhood in the 70s and 80s around Surfers Paradise somewhere pretty far south of the equator.
I grew up reading Roald Dahl, swimming in shark infested waters, choreographing Bollywood dance routines, and covertly sneaking papadams from the kitchen of ‘The Curry Pot’, the restaurant my family owned where I had heard my dad ask customers a million times if they wanted their curry mild, medium, hot, or bloody hot. This always precipitated laughs. I remember as a young person thinking that people were predictable. But now I am less sure. I think people can be very complex.
My father, an immigrant and entrepreneur, modelled a can do attitude and a love for connecting with people. My mother showed me the ethic of hard work, consistency, and good listening. Both of my parents set me up to be inclined towards the unconventional.
After finishing high school, I moved to Vancouver for my undergrad and later to Calgary to pursue law. I have since called this part of the world home.