Modernised and money oriented has destroyed javanese culture

I was born in Lovely village of East Java. Mom is mixed Balinese+chinese and Dad is Mixed Royal Solo, Java+dutch. With very low profile of lovely family livin in small village in the middle of rice field and mango.
The hindu and Javanese culture was very strong and it was lovely, peaceful for sure.
One day in 1985,
The sun shinning, warm and energized. The birds were singing such never tired. as usual I love the smell of mist while walking to the school which takes about 1 hour. but in fact seldom I walk all the way long, cos always anyone offering a ride on bike or carriage. it was awesome, to see how lovely the atmosphere of people with smiling face went to the farm and market. every one greeted to each other.

after school was even Great, taking the ships in to the field, to feed them fresh grass, playing kites while collecting grass to take home for supper of ships.
Swimming in the crystal clear of water of river and pond

we went back home before dark, then preparing for rehearsal of playing Gamelan Orchestra ( the Javanese music instrument set ) at the neighborhood hall, we called it "pendopo" together with the girls rehearsal for dancing. its awesome, we always enjoy our daily activities with no regret and full of laugh, smile, and joke.

every night I can hear the bamboo flute and gamelan. so peaceful, No electric at that moment, so the adult spent evening doing rehearsal of Opera, we called " wayang orang" and singing and we called " nembang" in Old javanese language,
some other guys were busy on art painting, wooden carfing. the other women concern on Batik for the costume. Grand pa loved to make masks for the mask Dance.

the amazing was, no people expecting money, they did it for culture, so we enjoyed as part of life.
people helping to each other in every occasion.

during the weekend was our weekly performance of dancing and music, also opera.
Sunday morning was green day, everyone out with any instrument to clean the waste gutter, planting trees, repairing the tunnel if any damage. the kids collecting garbage then separate between leaves and plastic and paper,
we proceed the garbage into compost, when the season coming, we harvest of Mango, or rose apples, guava, and rambutan, from the trees along side of the road. we sold it and deposit the money into community fund.

I got My own bicycle in 1989
first day at the secondary school was giving me lots of nervous for 12 years old boy who the youngest student at the entire district. Dad passed away, hitting me so bad, but mom is such wonder woman, she's strong and succeed keeping the family survived.
at the same time, Most youngster ( 17 - 30 ) in a boom wanted to go abroad to get better financial, mostly they went to USA, Japan, Dubai, UK, and Singapore. the electric in, the road has been repaired, buses and taxies running round too. no more horse carriege. No paddy cab either
the neighborhood started to build big houses with modern design, marble floor, and Cristal lighting. Huge TV and parabola antenna. few supermarket is built.
week later, one of tire of my bike was flat, I pushed the bike all the way long, No one offering a ride. not even say "hello" or asking what happen.
I felt so strange, why people changing so fast. No more gamelan rehearsal, No opera and no singing either, people changed the habit by watching TV and turned on the Tape. or Radio
they sold the cows and ships, mother did too, cos brothers needed for the college.

1995. after graduation of Hi school, decided to go away from home.
3 years away, I got diploma and visited home town, everything completely changed.

people getting so money oriented, women talking about how beautiful their house, hob big they TV. kids playing video games, and tamiya race plastic toy car.

I knocked the door, mom showed me her smile, the wooden Javanese house still the same like when I left, still peaceful, but the neighborhood completely changed. I asked mom, to pass some pieces of cake to the neighbor. But I it was shocking when mom said that we have no more giving anything to neighbor. “Cos every one gettin selfish and we do not do any exchange any thing”
I heard one of my friend got caught because of drug dealing, 2 kids died of over dosage of drug. Some families fighting, not even talk to each other, no more birds, no more crystal clear of water of the river

“Oops” so I was deeply sad,.. all of my friends went away to the city or abroad to study or work, relatives looking me down cos I have nothing to be proud of ( money ) so I decided to leave after 3 nights staying. Mom support me to do the best for life and told me to not thinking about bad things, just focus on how to achieve in life.
The tears was rolling and mom gave me big hugs. Since then I am way from home. Keep searching where is my lovely home where I suppose to live.

I wanna the nice culture back. I wanna people love to each other, helping eachother, and no violence. Music and art and lovely culture suppose to be keep us living in happiness and harmony, but destroyed by greedy life style

In this occasion, I wanna ask to all of you guys. Specially Javanese – Balinese. Please lets revitalize our lovely culture, art and lifestyle.