Sri Krishnan Temple

Sri Krishnan temple, Waterloo Street

Singapore is full of interesting sites that are noticed more by tourists than locals. This colourful Hindu temple is one example that I came across last November that I didn’t know much about and I was prompted to find out more.

Sri Krishnan Temple was gazetted as a national monument in 2014. As it was situated quite close to the Kwan Im Thong Hood Cho Temple, a practice of cross-worshipping developed where devotees at one temple crossed over to worship at the other. When I saw the Chinese worshippers in the picture above I had mistakenly thought it was a Chinese temple with Indian-looking deities. The internet tells me the entrance statuettes depict the major incarnations of the Hindu god Vishnu and a wedding scene.

In the late 1980s a large Chinese urn for joss sticks was donated by a Chicken Rice Seller. Perhaps it is the urn pictured above. I must go and check if the words “Waterloo Chicken Rice” are inscribed on it when I’m in the neighbourhood again.

A little progress

During the Covid-19 social distancing, Mom’s activities were severely restricted and she was not able to go for dementia group activities. As those activities have been allowed to resume, she was invited back.

She’s not so happy about it though. Her whole demeanour conveys, “What’s the point?” She leaves home for those activities looking glum. But she smiles again when she’s back, cleaned and settled. So I know she’s not totally oblivious to her surroundings although she is sleeping and has her eyes closed most of the time.

She doesn’t complain, probably because she has no urge to speak or express herself, or has lost the ability to do so. But I can read her expressions and I do try to update her what’s going on. She pays attention, and sometimes she rewards me by replying with one word or three. Mostly she simply nods or shakes her head ever so slightly in response to direct questions.

I wish she could say more. She’s obviously thinking about something. We can only guess what she’s thinking.


My turn is coming,
I'm old enough.
I've had to wait.

First the health care workers
In hospitals, clinics and care homes,
Then the airline staff and maritime workers.

Bus drivers and taxi drivers next,
And the police and immigration and customs people,
Otherwise also known as the Home Team,
And the soldiers.

I forgot to mention
The folks in residential homes
And prisons.
Then the really old, above 70.
One had a heart attack afterwards,
Hope he's well now.

The lorry drivers crossing borders
To bring us fruit and veg
Will take their jabs
Before driving back.

School teachers are next
To protect the students,
Too young for vaccines now.

Then the next oldest,
The above 60s.
And then finally
The middle aged.
Now I'm in line.