An Appeal

The case has already made the headlines. It was already a…… what do they call it…. Yes… A sensational News! They media flocks you like hyenas; all you have to do is feed them the little facts or rather stories to keep them interested. They do the rest!! 

 Currently, there was no scandal, no political drama, no cricket match, none of the bollywood couple split or none of the celebrities’ cat sneezed; the only big news they had was my case! Its all about timing isn’t it? Any update on the case was flashed as ‘Breaking News’, it was discussed on FaceBook statuses and tweeted frantically. That’s all the attention I needed for my case. Yes. Public’s attention. That’s the key and I had it all! Me and my case are in limelight!

Today is the last hearing. The final appeal. This is the top story and I am the hero of it. This is the most important case of my life too. A case that no other advocate would get a chance to argue. A case of life and death. I donned my cloak after some considerable time and set out to make history.

The media was out in full force. Scribble pads… camera… mikes… flash light…. I slid into the court room with a confident face and a smile. A smile that my mother gave me. One look at me and the cameras started clicking. I knew my looks will be a big leverage in this case. I put out my arguments in a bold voice; one gift that made me a successful advocate! This is my show. There were interrogations, witnesses, cross-references, expert opinions and all that jargon of the court room.

At the end of it all, I was content professionally that I had done my job well. I always love this part. You know, waiting for the judgment. Its like the good old days like waiting for the exam results. My past has always made me happy!! In the mean time, I kept myself as much nonchalant as possible. I dint show out my emotions in my face or eyes. Keeping the display of emotions in check is important in my profession.

The pen stopped writing. The judge looked up to pronounce the judgment and with her looks, I could make out what she was going to speak. I knew the judgment even before it was spoken. Actually I had known it all the way.

Everyone was happy with the judgment; except for me. I had lost the case. I had the lost the appeal for euthanasia…. the appeal for my euthanasia.

Loss and disappointment is not new to me. Its not strange to someone to who is the only survivor of a fatal road accident in which he lost all his family and also all his facilities downward the neck! I survived it all these years. People have given me love and have taken care of me. But, what is the use? What is the use of nursing a vegetable? That is the logic; isn’t it? They have a life to live; unlike me. Let them do their job; let them live their lives. Why waste it on me? In the name of compassion, they are making me suffer! Idiots! Wont anyone ever understand it? 

I lost in the only thing I can do. Talk. I spoke for me; argued for my freedom… but I have lost it. I kept my face – the only function faculty of mine; impassive and put that smile as I was wheeled out of the court. Yes, it was the smile my mother taught me. The smile that I have seen her put up whenever she was crying inside…