Security under Scrutiny_Chapter 1:watchmen and the whistle

It was a warm Tuesday evening when i could hear old Tamil movie songs been played at a near-end of our apartment balcony which caught my notice suddenly while i finished washing my tumbler after a fine tea. I turned around to look where the music originated from. It was from Kandan's mobile phone. Kandan is a middle aged watchman of  another flat right adjacent to us. I could see him happily watching youtube  with a loud sound.Every morning Kandan would meticulously open the door for the people in that colony and ecstatically bestow his salute to selected portion of people who were either owners, or those who owned big cars.Those who hold positions like president/ treasurer of that colony also received his gleeful salute. He closed  the gates of the tall standing luxurious apartment which he was responsible to guard. Any one, even if he were the president of any country , would be stopped by gate, asked about the whereabouts and where he is leading to, what his intention of arrival was. All these questions were carefully noted down in a old notebook with the vehicle name and many other details. Even applying for a national identity card would would seem to be a easier task than answering to Kandan's questions. Sometimes Kandan would scrutinize one, if he intends to come by walk, as if only those who owned a vehicle had any engagements to attend inside the bounded area. If he gets more doubtful, he would ask your horoscope to match it with the one's who's house you intend to visit. I always felt indignant to those visitors and often thought that such process would irritate and make one furious. Only after a while i understood that such high degree  security protocols was a conscious decision implemented to minimize and stop the visitors, relatives and friends from unwanted encroachment into the premises without an invitation. On his free times Kndan would relieve himself from the burden leave his security room, to have a tea. At those times , his son would bear the responsibility of forbidding creature of any sort to enter the premises. Kandan dressed up pretty well like a cop ready for his duty. He had a uniform , which occasionally was cleaned and had his shoe polished and always had a matching cap and a whistle that hung from his shoulder which he considered a priceless possession and never left them alone. He even carried it along during his refreshments.At midnight, he would walk around the whole premises with his stick and blow his whistle heard to ensure there was no encroachment from any direction. Only other time he blew his whistle was to ensure and direct the proper reversal of car and to drive away unyoked cows which ate grass and  creepers that was maintained by the apartment association. One afternoon, while i was busy wandering around my home thinking of what to feast on next, i heard the whistle blow again.It was very unusual time to blow them, expecting an explanation i peeped out of my balcony to satisfy my curiosity. This time it was a monkey. Monkey had snatched his whistle and cap from Kandan while he fell asleep. Kandan  was spotted shouting"give it back.... you idiot" flourishing a twig menacingly demanding the monkey for a return. Monkey climbed the near by tree sensing the danger and soon retrenched the path. I could see Kandan running behind the monkey. Next day he was inconsolable for the loss of whistle and cap. He kept explaining to the authorities of the apartment how indispensable his equipment was.After a day or two, he was provided with new set of cap and whistle. This time he never wore the cap outside the glass security door and preciously guarded the whistle slipping it into his pocket.