on stories of love

there is a new drama on tv, called stories of love. it has a different story every week without any continuation with the previous one. Well, i watched it's pilot episode.

about a daughter aka single mother, her son and her father aka the grandfather.
apparently the single mother got a job which requires her to travel, and without anyone willing to look after her troublesome son, she had to leave him with this grandfather, who's living in an old shophouse, a karung guni man aka used -items collector (and i don't mean antiques) for survival. the protagonists are the boy and his grandfather.

a heartmoving story but it makes us think.

it's how the young people of today. the 2000 generation has somehow forgets where their morality lies, confused of their priorities and an incomplete family at that.
the young single mother has apparently left her frail and sick father surviving on his own, in pursuit of her dream job, her husband is unknown (divorced? shot gun marriage? unmarried with a son? who knows? it's sad that these are happening to the young generation, they just don't know the meaning of marriage and family!!)

obviously, her son, rebellious, possibly for not having his father around. troublesome and simply does not listen to her and temperament. when he was in the taxi with his mother, on the way to his grandfather's place, her mother offered to buy him things > xbox, gameboy, handphone..all those gadgets that seem to overrule our needs (trying to sooth her son with the promise of materialistic items, as if those would make things better, when were the times when children were ordered to save up their money, took it out at the end of the year, only then, will they be able to buy the toys that they desire?? when were the times when only getting good grades in exams deserve a wish fulfilled? children now just need to ask, and they will get it by the next payday. where's the hardwork? where's the value or the significant of having those luxuries? oh wait, it's no more luxuries, it's just wants!)

so the story tells of how the rude young boy treats his grandfather, his denial to respect his grandfather, and the old lady staying next door, his sarcastic remarks towards his grandfather. oh the most rude of all, he ordered his grandfather to not enter his school. what? he's ashamed of his grandfather now??

the grandfather endured his antics and rudeness, until one day, he fell real sick, and it's a wake up call for the boy! he did his grandfather's routine of collecting items at back alleys and sold them in markets, even cooked for his bed ridden grandfather.

now why do we have to wait till a person drop dead to realise that they matter to us? why do we have to wait till we lost an elder, father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, to realise that we ought to take care of them?? instead of living them behind while we embark on the materialistic dream of money and all things nice and expensive? who do we think they are? some piece of rubbish, hindering our steps to glory? it's sad how the world has turn into.

has our world turn into a heartless and meaningless dominion? children losing respect, youths forgetting their priorities, and parents unable to teach their children the essence of living, beyond materials, and the elderly? unable to do anything, except to reminisce in memories, counting days till all these end.

is this the point of no return, or are we able to relive those simple and loving times. when families is the world.