In plain words
Going wherever they please, sending them off; and after they come back ruined, weeping streams of tears and grieving. So parents who praise every single thing their children do are not right. What kind of parents are those who foster bad deeds, wickedness, bad thoughts and bad ideas? They are like Dhṛtarāṣṭra. Those who stand in the way of the son's progress are simply like Hiraṇyakaśipu. Today, in the Kali Yuga, parents like Hiraṇyakaśipu and like Dhṛtarāṣṭra are coming up. So all of today's students are turning into nothing but good-for-nothings. Wherever you go, how much unrest the agitations of students are causing! The root cause of this is the parents themselves. They are turning into Dhṛtarāṣṭras and Hiraṇyakaśipus. And some mothers too are becoming like Mantharā and Kaikeyī. When there are parents like these, you must become those who teach them good sense. Prahlāda was the very one who changed his father in that way. In the great Bhāgavatam there is no story greater than that. The story of Prahlāda is in the seventh skandha. That learning of Prahlāda's, Prahlāda's conduct, Prahlāda's teaching, Prahlāda's holiness: however many troubles came, he did not grieve in the least. He did not lament. “What will Father say? What will Mother say? Will Father send me away?”: it is not good to live in this fear. Let anything happen, let life go, we must give our life for Satya. Our life must be dedicated to Satya. Not otherwise: if life goes, it goes. Some day or other life has to go. Life has to go one day or another. But let us offer it to Satya. How many hardships Hiraṇyakaśipu put Prahlāda through! But not for a single one of them did he waver. Thinking of Hari, he passed his time in Ānanda. The teachers came and reported to Hiraṇyakaśipu:
When the demons stabbed him, the demon king's son, again and again, crying “O You who lie on the serpent! O destroyer of demons! O Lord of the world! O refuge of the sorely distressed! O purifier of all!”, sang His praise; but he shed no tears, nor did he shake with fear, O king!
Each time they struck him, he did not cry, “Ouch, ouch!” “Hari, Hari,” he said. He shed no tears. He stayed in Ānanda, with a smile. No fear. None at all in his face. Why? His heart was filled to the brim with the Name of God. Where the Name is, there is no room for fear. Where there is fear, there is a wrong. When that fault is not there, there is no room for fear. So when you are free of fault, no fear at all comes into you. “Swami! We are weak; give us strength; lead us well in every way”: to ask even this is a great weakness.