An Everlasting Companionship: The Doctor and his T.A.R.D.I.S




When you hear the term ‘the Doctor and his companion’, you immediately envision the Doctor with either Rose Tyler, River Song, Amy Pond, or the so many others that the Doctor has travelled with on his seemingly endless journey across all of time and space. However, what most of us forget is that one companion who has been with the Doctor since the beginning of his journey. Who was the one who stole a Time Lord just because she wanted to see the whole universe?

It was none other than the T.A.R.D.I.S. She has been the one who has forever and more been with the Doctor during his time of joy and disappointment, no matter who the Doctor turned into, and whom he brought along, the T.A.R.D.I.S was always there like a solid rock much like a promise that sustains the Doctor through his many forms.



The bond that the Doctor and the T.A.R.D.I.S share makes you wonder when and if you will ever be able to find that companion of yours who will stay by your side and be worthy of comparison to the T.A.R.D.I.S.  Will you find someone who doesn’t always say what you want to hear, but definitely says what you need to hear? Someone whom you can go to at the end of your day when your shoulders are drooped because of all the burdens and worldly sorrows, and that person will soothe you and calm you, allowing you to recuperate in their presence? 



How many of us are truly so lucky as to find our own Doctor or T.A.R.D.I.S? it is a question that I have often asked myself, and so far it hasn’t happened. Oh wait, it did happen once, almost, but he didn’t quite turn out to be the Doctor, no, he was more like an empty shell of person worthy of being a valued addition to the hoard of Cybermen, lacking any and all emotions, and completely self-centred.

Maybe someday, one day, one can only hope that one finds someone who is like the Doctor or the T.A.R.D.I.S, whom they can be the perfect companion to. Someone you can steal away from the world, and take away with you to your own Mind Palace. Someone old, someone new, someone borrowed, someone blue.  



When Rose is lost and Donna forgets,

When Martha leaves and the Ponds are taken,

When River bids goodbye and Clara seems impossible,

Who is it that keeps the Doctor sane?

It’s me; I think you call me Sexy.


Doctor Who Saved Me



It is only recently that I came across the show Doctor Who, last month to be more precise, and it would not be an exaggeration when I say that the show saved me. People who have never watched Doctor Who would roll their eyes at this, muttering to themselves, “She has gone utterly bonkers. How can a mere TV show ‘save’ someone?” where as people who have watched the show will be nodding in agreement, speechless, for they themselves will have experienced the same thing.

If you ask how, the answer is not simple. However, I would like to explain. Last year I suffered a terrible loss, one that ripped me to my very soul, and still comes to haunt me occasionally when I divulge into my vault of memories. I was so very lonely, almost self-destructive, angry and hopeless almost all the time. I treated my family badly, was cruel to my best of friends, and hated myself for it all. I watched a lot of TV shows, just to keep my mind occupied, but none of them really touched me deeply.

Last month I discovered Doctor Who, and I have not been the same since. The show has taught me that there is so much more out there than personal suffering, and sometimes the best way to deal with one’s pain is to experience the pain of others. How the Doctor tirelessly travels across universes, saving lives, never for one fraction of a second giving up on his duties. Come to think of it, they are not really his duty, he can merely travel and be a spectator, but he chooses to help, to make someone else’s issues his own.


The Doctor taught me that the simplest of human being is worth rescuing, and everyone is important, no matter how small or insignificant he or she may seem. The Doctor taught me that everyone deserves a chance. Even when he is out there trying to stop the baddies, he gives them a choice, a second chance to retreat and mend their ways before destroying them.

The Doctor taught me that sometimes loving someone means knowing exactly when to let go and say goodbye. It is not about endless time spent together, but spending the time together really well and cherishing the memories that you shared. He taught me how to forgive. The Master treated the Doctor so badly, but in the end the Doctor forgave him. That takes strength, unlike seeking revenge.

I know I am sounding like I am giving out a sermon, but these are the little and important things in life that we people forget to implement so often that we end up leading destructive lives. The Doctor rescued me from becoming an irreversibly bitter person, got me out of the trance of self-loathing. The show has taught me more about life than any religious book out there, and for that I will always be grateful.

Thank you, Doctor.