In plain words
But our students are not like that, so there is no need to tell you this. Here is a small example of this. One Saturday a father, in the midst of some worship of God, gave his son a rupee with a ‘My boy!’ and sent him to bring a dozen bananas. That son, being a very good boy, went to the market and was bringing the bananas back. Halfway along the road, a mother and her son stood there, suffering terribly from hunger. Then, ‘My boy, my boy!’: seeing the bananas, the son ran off, and the mother ran after her son to pull him back. Both of them fell on the road from hunger. Seeing that sight, the son thought that to give to these people suffering from hunger was a very fine deed; he gave them the fruit, fetched water from a tap and gave it to them. The son came home empty-handed. Eating the fruit and drinking the water, that mother and her boy thanked this son in many ways and shed tears of joy. That sight went and lodged deep in this student's citta. The moment he came home, the father asked, ‘My boy! Where are the bananas?’ The son spoke: ‘I brought them, I brought them,’ he said. ‘Bring them here,’ he said. ‘You will not see those fruits,’ he said. The bananas I brought will never spoil. They will never rot. They will not decay. Such are the sacred bananas I brought. ‘What are those sacred ones, boy?’ — to that: ‘By filling with bananas a belly shrivelling with hunger, I have brought home fruits that are sacred, everlasting wealth. Because of that sacred deed the father rejoiced: ‘My boy! Today the pūjā has borne its fruit. The sacred work for which my son so sacredly used it: that very use is the fitting ground for my birth to be fulfilled,’ the father thought. Father and son cultivated a closeness of feeling of that kind. Such close feelings are rare. Our students must take the vow again to make such feelings grow once more. Only then will they fully earn this, which makes it fitting to call our Bhārata a land of sacrifice, a land of yoga, a land of Dharma.
Now, as for what the bond with mother and father is like in our country: from Burma, a mother, a father and a son, suffering great hardships and longing greatly to come and enter our Bhārata, were walking on night and day.