Title: The Symphony of Absolute Chaos
The protagonist is Anirban, a freelance graphic designer who works from home. His only wish in life is to finish one Zoom meeting without wanting to flip his desk. But the universe has other plans.
Act 1: The Percussionist Neighbor
It's 10:00 AM. Anirban is about to pitch a massive project to a London-based client. Just as he clicks "Join Meeting," his neighbor, Mr. Chatterjee, begins his daily ritual.
Bang! Thud! Screech! Mr. Chatterjee has decided that today is the perfect day to relocate his entire kitchen—using only a blunt hammer and sheer willpower.
Anirban sticks his head out the window: "Uncle! Are you building a rocket ship in there?"
Mr. Chatterjee beams: "No, no, Anirban! Just hanging a small picture frame. The wall is a bit stubborn!"
Anirban groans: "You've been 'hanging a frame' since 2022. Is the wall made of vibranium?"
Act 2: Enter the "Human Glitch"
The doorbell rings. It's Pintu, Anirban's cousin who has the spatial awareness of a confused pigeon. Pintu walks in without waiting, carrying a bag of oily samosas.
"Hey Bro! My Wi-Fi is down, and I need to stream a 4K cricket match. Also, can I use your blender? My mom wants to make mint chutney, but our electricity is acting weird."
Before Anirban can say "No," Pintu has already unplugged Anirban's second monitor to charge his vibrating neck massager.
Act 3: The Spicy Climax
The Zoom call is live. Anirban is trying to look professional in a crisp shirt (while wearing pajama bottoms).
The Client: "So, Anirban, show us the brand identity concepts—"
The Chaos Ensues: 1. The Sound: Mr. Chatterjee hits a water pipe. Clang! Water starts spraying somewhere.
2. The Smell: In the kitchen, Pintu has put a massive amount of dried chilies in the blender without a lid. A cloud of "spicy death" wafts into the room.
3. The Interruption: Anirban starts coughing violently. Pintu sticks his head into the camera frame, chewing a samosa, and asks, "Bro, do you have any chilled yogurt? My tongue is burning!"
The Client: "Anirban... are you being tear-gassed? And who is the man eating a samosa on your shoulder?"
The Epilogue
The meeting ends with the client saying they'll "get back to him" (which we all know means never).
Anirban sits in the spicy, chili-infused air, listening to the rhythmic thud-thud of Mr. Chatterjee's hammer. Pintu looks at him and says, "That was a short meeting, Bro. Since you're free, can you help me fix the blender? It's making a weird grinding noise."
Anirban realizes that "peace of mind" isn't a state of being—it's a mythical creature that died the moment his neighbors bought a toolkit.
How was that for a spicy comedy? Would you like me to turn this into a script with more dialogue, or perhaps write a different scenario?