Hello everyone! It’s been ages, I know. I’m writing this on the 22nd of November 2013 (I promise) and there is so much that I want to say but unfortunately I am racing against time. You see, I have an exam on the 25th of November; one that will end today ( 27th of November). Exactly a year from this point, I wrote a post (more like a piece of fan fiction) about Dr Who (Having trouble mapping out the timelines?) ; a show that has etched itself deeply into my heart. While today may mean a lot of things for me (the end of a year of torturous studying, the mark of my return to this blog…etc), it also means a year or more of sticking around with the show’s favourite TimeLord.
Since I’m actually writing this three days before the event has actually happened, the meaning of ‘today’ is still not as meaningful to me – proof that once again, impatience has bested me. Anyway, who says timelines have to be linear? The Doctor states the contrary, in fact the very essence of the show describes time as “wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey”
The story of a TimeLord from the planet Gallifrey who stole a magic box; in which he calls the TARDIS (Time and Relative Dimensions In Space) and ran away.
A mixture of science-fiction, drama and everything in between, Dr Who has lasted for 50 years since first broadcasting in 1963. Describing the show intimately and the qualities of its characters in general is nearly impossible, thus the only way to fully appreciate the essence of the show is to watch it.
However, there are a few basic concepts that have been going since the start of its tenure:
1. The Doctor is a Timelord; basically a time traveller.
2. He stole a TARDIS from his home planet Gallifrey; a vehicle in which he uses to travel through time and space. It is famously ‘bigger on the inside’ Or even ‘smaller on the outside’.
3. He is impossibly old; immortal but not invincible. In the event he is in mortal conditions, he has the ability to regenerate into a new body (in which he has experienced 10 times thus far). This is also the show’s opportunity to change the actors of the titular role. Every regeneration sees a new face, yet still the same TimeLord. As of now, the Eleventh Doctor (played by Matt Smith)’s tenure is coming to an end.
4. His first traveling companion was his granddaughter. After which, he has a habit of picking up ‘strays’; often unlikely humans who have managed to capture his attention in someway or another. He calls them his traveling ‘companions’.
5. The universe is a scary place. And for a man who has lived for more than a thousand years, he has a number of foes. The most popular being the Daleks.
In case, you are not familiar with the term this is how one looks like:
Doesn’t look menacing,eh? Well, they are capable of wiping out worlds. Naturally, they are deemed as the Doctor’s arch enemies.
Unlike other television serials, Dr Who evokes emotion and tangles it with the wonders of the universe. Whether it is going forward in time to see the end of the world, or back to meet historical figures such as Winston Churchill, Shakespeare and the tragic Vincent Van Gogh, the Doctor does not simply stand back and watch from a far; instead, he delves into their turmoils and attempts to fix them. Unbeknownst to him and perhaps the beauty and irony of the show, is that most of the time, involving himself in the lives of simple humans finds them fixing him.
While the show is always filled with adventure and mirth, there is an underlying enigma behind the mystery of the outgoing TimeLord; his name. Dr Who?
There are some individuals who have implied to know his true name, notably the Eleventh Doctor‘s wife River Song (who has never said it out loud, since she usually addresses him as Sweetie, embarrassing but true) yet to the rest of the world and his companions, know him as simply the Doctor. Dramatically, the Daleks, whom he hates passionately deems him the Oncoming Storm implying that the Doctor himself has committed unspeakable atrocities in his past.
Atrocities that he was forced to do in order to save the universe, perhaps? How did he become the Last of the Timelords? Well, that is a story for (in my current perspective) tomorrow; the Day of the Doctor and hopefully all shall be revealed.
Finally ( I know I have crossed some sort of limit here…sanity maybe?), I cannot express how proud I am to be Whovian at this auspicious time.
Dramatic but true, I find that Doctor Who has changed me; in my writing as well as my perspective artistically and emotionally. When he met Vincent Van Gogh, I cried because Vincent told the Doctor, ‘You are the first doctor to ever make a difference in my life.’
Yet, in the end, despite befriending a man who showed him hundreds of years into future; took him to museum in which people marveled at his work, Vincent still inevitably faced his decent to madness and later took his own life. After which the Doctor, consoled his distraught companion, Amy,
‘Every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things vice versa the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant. And we definitely added to his pile of good things.’
He tells people,
‘In 900 years of time and space, I have never met anyone who wasn’t important.’
It is perhaps the words he says (and the meaning that reverberates around each episode), besides all the scientific jargon, that continues to enrapture me. Thus I applaud to current show-runner, and genius, Steven Moffat and his motley band for creating some of the best Doctor Who episodes in history. I would also like to give a special mention to Richard Curtis ( for writing the best Doctor Who episode ever), Murray Gold (for composing the most whimsical and majestic scores ever), Matt Smith (for playing the raggedy man himself, along with Karen Gillan as Amy and Arthur Darvill as Rory) and Tony Curran (for playing the greatest painter that ever lived.)
Since this is sort of a milestone, I will unashamedly say my favourite Doctor is the eleventh incarnation of the Timelord (as you can soon see by my biased albeit spoiler-packed references). He is my first Doctor. And it is a known code of the Whovians that your first Doctor will always be your Doctor.
And yes, is it true. With the eleventh doctor often described as a connection of elbows, an old man in a child’s body, I’ve laughed, I’ve cried, I’ve slapped my forehead in utter embarrassment, I’ve scoured alien worlds, I’ve cowered under my pillow in fear, I’ve met the Silence and forgotten I’d met them, I’ve stared at a Weeping Angel, I’ve identified Autons, I’ve screamed Exterminate! , I’ve accepted the coolness of bow ties and fezzes, I’ve witnessed every ‘Hello Sweetie‘ till ‘Goodbye Sweetie’, I’ve threaded on Spoilers!, I’ve befriended all of his companions; ones that ended up being very dear to me, Amy Pond (The Girl Who Waited) and Rory Williams (The Nurse). I’ve mourned each of their passings.
What an adventure it was…and no, it is never going to end. And while, I will definitely be posting a tribute to the Eleventh Doctor somewhere in December before he regenerates during Christmas, I have to say in his words,
‘We’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one,eh? Because it was you know, it was the best.’
Happy Birthday, you raggedy man!
Over a thousand years of running. 50 years of running with us. Never gets old.
P.S: Have I mentioned how much I love Google?
P.P.S: Just realised this is some form of time travel isn’t it? Reading something that was written in the past intended for the future. Oh wait, that it just reading… Oh well, one small wonder a day for the human race, then. For more on the glorious (actual) science behind Doctor Who, please watch the Science of Doctor Who by Prof. Brian Cox (talk about worlds colliding!)