This energetic black comedy turns a contemporary eye on something that is taken too much for granted in Indian cities, especially Mumbai – private space. It’s about the clash between a stockbroker
who is not allowed to sleep at night and a small-time trader who won’t let him (as the secretary of the building society they live in). This seemingly trivial, even laughable, problem eventually snowballs into disasters for both of them and their families, while unspooling the attitudes of people around them. Raj and Abha, a couple in their early-thirties, move into their new 2-bedroom flat in a Mumbai suburb. They are both very happy, as only new home-owners can be in Mumbai. Since the flat is in a residential complex away from the bustle of the city and the main road, they both expect peace and quiet. Raj is an aggressive sub-broker in a prosperous broking firm where he is considered a star. Abha is a marketing professional who is doing well in her job. They have no children. Their promising careers now seem to be nicely complemented by domestic stability. However, Raj is disturbed by strange screechy noises in the nights. They wake him several times in the nights (Abha is undisturbed though). Finally one night, Raj goes down to investigate and discovers that it is the nightwatchman blowing the whistle periodically in the night to scare thieves away. The nightwatchman – Matthew, refers Raj to Janardhan, the new secretary of the building society, who has passed these orders to enhance security. Raj appeals to Janardhan the next day, but meets a brick wall. Janardhan refuses to stop the whistling as according to him the safety of the community is much more important than the comfort of one individual. A society meeting is called and the whistling is replaced by the banging of the stick. But this is still loud enough to disturb Raj, so his problem continues. So what happens as their lives get intertwined and how do they sort out the mess?