Cockroach and The Contemplative: It will really be your waste of time!

Having lived in India for so long one would have developed an unconscious affinity towards insects. So it's quite unusual and intriguing to see them when one is located at a place where they are seldom found. My point is definitely not about the sophistication or cleanliness of any country. This is just an introduction to, how the point of view changes when one gets relocated to a new and different eco-system.
I enter the bath-room of my apartment, a little late, after the dinner and I see this cockroach lying upside down, like dead, inside the bath-tub. There is a smile of indifference on my face at the sight of that. For that made me remember India! (I think of India all the time but a cockroach making me remember it is something special. Well, not that I lived amidst cockroaches back there, there does exists a subtle relation!) I don't intrude into the scene, I think it's dead; since there is a high likelihood of not finding any cockroach at all, finding one, that too motionless makes you think that it is dead. I finish my work and get out of the bathroom.
Then, I go to bed having done for the day. I too lie motionless and try to catch a sleep. I try harder. And harder...you know sleep is one thing you cannot play with... One needs to be really lucky at times. I try to memorize the formulae of Linear System Design, no luck even then. It was a strenuous day, I convince myself that I need to sleep. But where to concentrate when you want to sleep? I am only ending up thinking even harder. I again lie motionless and close my eyes. Sometimes you see more things with the eyes closed than open, you know what I mean. So I was compelled to open my eyes, tossing myself on the bed. Then I think that it is high time that I get-up and do something. I get out taking the text book of Linear Systems with me, I know Fourier was really happy that night. It was two thirty in the morning.
When you want a break, piss will surely come, you take my word for that, it's a habit from nursery. I go to the bathroom and find this old bugger still lying there... I empty my entertainment-center and after I wash my hands, just for the heck of it... I think let me give it a try... I start playing...with the cockroach. I sprinkle water from my washed hands unto him... Aghast!! He is not dead! He responded... I sat by the side of the bath-tub. He was waiting for me... He knew I was there... I knew that. I did it again... He again responded... I knew what he was going through... "The state of a topsy-turvied cockroach". He knew I would help him today... He knew I would drain him into the hole... He was again waiting... I could see one of his legs calling me mutely... I waited.. He didn't give-up... He moved his another leg... May be it was his hand this time. Strange. I had made friendship with a cockroach! Hurray! I know many humans... But I never knew anybody in such great despair and calling me for help, nor I was ever in a position to realize and help. I felt I had graduated to a whole new level of existence.
We were not similar but there was something, but I cannot call it similar. I am human(gous) and it is a 'mere' cock-roach... I don't know what you call it but I see it everywhere today. These are such moments when your poems get mixed-up! May be I should stop thinking about Buddha.
I would drain him. I cupped my hands and filled it with water...(Imagine figuratively.) I poured water by his side... He was happy. He floated in water and joy... He found his support. He came on his legs and he swam, he swam into the hole.. He was gone. I felt good. I came and crashed on my bed. For I was sure that sleep too would drown me into her this time... zzzz...