Season 1 Epsisode 7 (The Demonic E-mail)

THE DEMONIC EMAIL

After phenomenal success in his first mission, Pingo took a decision to never stop fighting for justice, peace and unrestricted consumption of Dhoklas. Truth be told, he quite liked all the publicity and fanfare he was getting after busting a dhokla drug trading ring. Numerous interviews, autograph signings and inauguration ceremonies dotted his calendar. He  received widespread acclaim in both Gujarat and in his hometown, Delhi. But there was something missing- the look of happiness in his grandfather's face. Pingo expected him to light up or something, but every since he arrived in Gujarat to collect him after receiving news of his success, he seemed oddly unsettled. A dark frown was there on his face instead of a big smile. Pingo decided to not let that foul his mood.

Days passed, weeks went by, several training sessions went by and the heroic incident of Pingo soon faded away into a distant memory. One day, Pingo was exercising in the Gym. Since he wasn't an ordinary boy, he wasn't just physically training. As he treadmilled, he was listening to science programmes on the radio, designed to make anyone smarter.

“Light, as popularly believed, does not only travel in the form of a wave. Dr. Einstein famously discovered the photoelectric effect in which he argued that light travels in packets of energy called a photon. He won a Nobel prize for his work.”

Pingo hardly paid attention to it, mostly because that wasn't the only thing he was doing. He was also solving Sudoku, a Japanese mathematical puzzle, in his Smartphone that was gifted to him by the Gujarat government. And he was munching on Tandoori Chicken.

Suddenly, as he was completing his puzzle, something odd happened. He heard a beep. Checking his notification bar, he saw that he had  got an e-mail from a mysterious person named “Asonji XX”. This irked Pingo's curiosity as most of the emails he got were promotional emails. He opened it and read. His face turned pale and blank. Fear clutched him hard, and he felt terrified. He dropped the chicken and the phone an got off the treadmill. He ran as fast as he could to his grandfather, who was quite surprisingly pacing about.

“So you got the message too,” Grandfather said in  a heavy tone. “We're off to America. Can’t keep you safe here.”

Season 1 Episode 6 (Bloody Dhoklas)

BLOODY DHOKLAS

The Dude of Delhi carefully looked all around him, and he found no way at all to stop the men from what they were doing. Trading drugs in Dhokla packages- ingenious. What could he possibly do? He crept around over to the machines, close to the two men loading the packages in the machinery. The factory was supposed to be closed by night, so no one would notice them. Except Pingo, ever so vigilant. In his excitement he even forgot his pathological fear of dhoklas. Advancing slowly, he was almost was under the shadow of the big metal device which spurned out two mean dhoklas a minute. Pretty impressive for a machine as ancient as this. It's whirring mechanism produced a constant humming to Pingo's ear. It had dangerously exposed spinning spiky wheels. Pingo had no idea how these were needed in the process of dhokla making.

The packets of cocaine slipped into the machine were nearing to an end, and the men were about to call it a day. Pingo felt a dawning sense of helplessness, just like the kind of feeling that shrouds over you when you finished your share of tandoori chicken and mom won't give you another. He had to quickly devise a way to do something, to save the country from the throes of dhokla infested drugs. He thought and he thought and he realized there was no time for thinking. He had to act now. He had to take a leap of faith. He rushed forward suddenly, unable to contain himself. He mustered up all his power that would be required to land a punch straight in the face of the man loading the white drugs. He felt a gush of energy in him and felt exhilarated. This was all of course, before the two men noticed him and smacked him hard and he fell down. After this, all went black again, and he felt a sharp pain in his hand.

If someone had come from the future and told him the implications of his action, he would have felt better. He had actually saved the day. The pain in his hand had actually been the spiky wheels on the machine cutting his hand, as they accidentally fell on them. Not much damage was done to him as the hand was promptly removed. The blood had got mixed with the drugs, and then the dhokla. The factory manager had seen the red dhoklas later and canceled the entire batch. Since these had been their entire supply of drugs, no more dealing was done.

They were up to more mischief, of course, but that’s the story of another day.