Problems?

I was walking aimlessly around the house last night (as usual, looking for food and entertainment - hard to come by in my house these days) when I heard a distant annoying but vaguely familiar noise drifting through the window. Since everyone else had gone to bed with their air-cons turned on, my room was the only one left in the house that still had an open window.
I didn't actually notice the disturbance at first, as I was vigorously trying to rub the remnants of purple nail polish off my toenails. Just as I'd succeeded in that particular task, I realised that it was the same Indian (no offence) lady screeching away into the silence of the night, either in Tamil or some other Indian dialect. Not being the first time I've heard this, I simply threw the cotton swabs away and returned to reading my book (which was what I had been doing before I'd decided to de-polish my nails).
The lady's ranting - well, more yelling than anything - continued for the next 15minutes, when she was rudely interrupted by a man (presumably her husband) as she paused for a breath. After years of listening her complaints broadcasted throughout the condominium, never had I once heard anyone cut in to say anything. The only thing other thing I'd heard the previous few times was a child's screaming and crying (a neighbour once told my mom that her son thought it was child abuse).
So the man shouted for another few minutes, and the lady resumed voicing her opinions in that shrilly voice, screaming her head off again.
I'd always wondered where these noises came from, so I went to my window in an attempt to detect its general direction. Sound in our condominium travels easily and echoes, however, so I couldn't really tell which block it came from; was it from our block, the one next to us, or one of those from across the pool? I think their lung capacity is amazing, though. I could never scream for 15minutes straight without taking a breath after every sentence, nor loud enough so the whole neighbourhood knows what I'm screaming about (not that I'd understood a word of it).
Anyway, I shut my window and turned the air-con on, finally deciding to go to sleep after listening to a part of that fascinating dialogue. To my astonishment, I could still hear her voice, though dulled and partially muted by the rubber soundproofing of my window seal. Luckily for me, I've learnt to sleep in all kinds of environments, so I didn't have to wait for their conversation to end to get my well-deserved rest (YES I did a lot of work today - stop insulting my determination and willpower).
Apparently, my mom heard some lady screaming in one of those many Indian dialects again early this morning, and what she said sounded like a boy crying. Might have been the same lady (like wow, she was doing that the whole night?!); I mean, how many insane Indian women do you find in a small condominium who consistently hold these kind of shouting contests with their husbands and children?

And I'd thought my family had issues.