Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Saturday, January 02, 2010
Thoughts on Jan 1st 2010 3:30AM
I looked at an old wound today. It was fresh and smelled of heart ache
and what it could have been. It smelled of wilted red roses scattered
on a an unknown grave in the graveyard of my dreams. I have tried to forget all about you; even
destroyed the shrine in my mind of what it could have been. Memories
of a life never lived; of that fragrance of your hair and your skin,
that aroma of passion, when I would have kissed your lips, as
you would have laid in my arms in an eternal bliss; with immortal gods
envying us.
My life is a void now. How can I ever fill this hole in my soul, in my
self, and how could I gather the sand of this broken clock? I sit with
my head on knees, an empty heart, a lost trust in myself and life. I
roam this earth with an incomplete dream of an empty house by a dried
stream, which once reflected the tingling warmth of sun in its wavelets.
The sun has set, never to rise again and the full moon harbors your
memories and what it could have been.
and what it could have been. It smelled of wilted red roses scattered
on a an unknown grave in the graveyard of my dreams. I have tried to forget all about you; even
destroyed the shrine in my mind of what it could have been. Memories
of a life never lived; of that fragrance of your hair and your skin,
that aroma of passion, when I would have kissed your lips, as
you would have laid in my arms in an eternal bliss; with immortal gods
envying us.
My life is a void now. How can I ever fill this hole in my soul, in my
self, and how could I gather the sand of this broken clock? I sit with
my head on knees, an empty heart, a lost trust in myself and life. I
roam this earth with an incomplete dream of an empty house by a dried
stream, which once reflected the tingling warmth of sun in its wavelets.
The sun has set, never to rise again and the full moon harbors your
memories and what it could have been.
Monday, December 07, 2009
Archipelago of thoughts
A deep blue madness and an ocean dark as space is a place to recede when thoughts are broken, and the said words crumble to silent whispers. When intentions spar over right or wrong, and confusion reigns, utterances rise up and compose a prose. Words become the architects of a new reality, and a new island is formed.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
on her leaving
I dragged myself to her place
to say goodbye.
She leaves today.
My arms smelled of her after we hugged.
Twice, when the right words were not found.
I didn't smell her on me this morning,
but now
something stirs in my very soul
that reminds me of her even more.
to say goodbye.
She leaves today.
My arms smelled of her after we hugged.
Twice, when the right words were not found.
I didn't smell her on me this morning,
but now
something stirs in my very soul
that reminds me of her even more.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
paralell universes and Rubicon
I have been searching, as long as I can remember, for my Rubicon, so when I am standing on the banks I can make the right decision. I have seen every step, every puddle, every stream, every spring morph into that point of no return, and I have crossed every one of them, to find out I have been too cautious. Maybe, there is no such thing as a point of no return and life is like a chess board, and there is always something that can be done about a bad decision till the time actually runs out. I had almost convinced myself that I do not need to be on the guard anymore, and when the time comes, it would not matter, until that night. I finally walked to the bank of my river, and saw a flashing light across it. The guiding light which is torturing me to investigate it and cross the river. So I am finally here, standing ... thinking. If I am to cross, there will be no coming back. I must chose, or I must find a way to exist in parallel universes so I can be here and there at the same time. The light is bright, and I am still unfulfilled.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
DUNDi
After messing around with SIP trunking, Asterisk, IAX trunks and DID forwarding I finally found a good resource. Its called Dundiglobal.org
Its a very useful website /wiki.
Its a very useful website /wiki.
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
when you have nothing to do on the internet
Fueled by insatiable ennui I googled "when you have nothing to do on the internet" and guess what I found? NOTHING
There is not a single web page, not a single site, not a single scribble on the world wide web to cure this ennui. I thought, I'd post "when you have nothing to do on the internet" on my blog, so when someone like me googles that again, at least they'll see a light at the end of the tunnel.
I am afraid I have no remedies, no suggestions, no cures for the condition. The light at the end of the tunnel may as well be a train. On this note I conclude this post.
There is not a single web page, not a single site, not a single scribble on the world wide web to cure this ennui. I thought, I'd post "when you have nothing to do on the internet" on my blog, so when someone like me googles that again, at least they'll see a light at the end of the tunnel.
I am afraid I have no remedies, no suggestions, no cures for the condition. The light at the end of the tunnel may as well be a train. On this note I conclude this post.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
I stood still in my tracks
and peeped inside my heart today.
An empty place I found
made up of dried clay.
I searched and searched
wondered lonely as a cloud.
I even touched the trees and daffodils
and thought of things that are blue and grey
and of nouns
a synonym for the heart
invain.
In a corner I found, a silence full of sounds
a broken dream
hidden away
a hope stranded;
a forgotten joy;
and a picture without a name.
and peeped inside my heart today.
An empty place I found
made up of dried clay.
I searched and searched
wondered lonely as a cloud.
I even touched the trees and daffodils
and thought of things that are blue and grey
and of nouns
a synonym for the heart
invain.
In a corner I found, a silence full of sounds
a broken dream
hidden away
a hope stranded;
a forgotten joy;
and a picture without a name.
Monday, January 21, 2008
The Teeth (revisited)
Perhaps the most important thing in human body is the collection of teeth. If you may notice, the humble narrator has not identified the mouth as a passage of importance but the very thing that dwells in it. The activities of the mouth are potently depended on the teeth, except when they are not desirable on certain occasions and during peculiar rituals. The teeth have, over the history, achieved the status of a phenomenon. They are not to be taken lightly, and certainly must not be considered as just the sculptures of calcium rooted into the gums.
The presence and importance of teeth can be noted into various aspects of human psychology, and the derived anthropology. The teeth as a collection, and not just a tooth, are the canvas of human expression. The teeth formulate the joyous expression of a smile, although it may seem that a grin would suffice, but it would not. Similarly, a laughter is just an exaggeration of the the teeth's will to absorb necessary air, when present. Hence, we can conclude that teeth have a brain of their own; that hanging piece of flesh just above the throat and behind the tongue is the control center of teeth's activities - Hence the upward movement with disgust when a thing is swallowed instead of being chewed.
Sigmund Freud could not understand the delicate relationship between the dreams and the teeth. He misinterpreted the symbol of a snake. The snake instead depicts the teeth's desire to bite; for there are many people who crush their teeth while sleeping. That crushing of the teeth is not to be taken casually as merely a reflex action to a dream - but there is more. The teeth have a universal language of their own. The language is the mother tongue of Alvish, and Whale language. The high notes of both the aforementioned languages are replaced by the crushing sound called the "scrutinizing jab" in another dialect. The teeth answer to the call of communication under dire circumstances of uncircumcised necessity. The message is ciphered and has an 8-bit preamble frame of snoring. The entire mechanism of communication is far beyond the scope of our discussion.
The total human behavior is governed by the teeth activity. A lay man may think that anger gives rise to gestures like yelling behind the shut teeth, but it is brilliantly naive to assume this - at the most. What actually happens during anger is that adrenaline is secreted by the responsible endocrine glands into the body. The adrenaline contracts major muscle groups for rapid response to any external stimulus and for agility. If teeth are not crushed at the right moment it may cause the shutdown of rectum which can lead to a fatal comma.
The teeth in collection are the most powerful thing in the human body and our society. They are beyond and independent of any mortal requirements. The teeth may not be cleaned for it is not required (otherwise you would have been born with a toothbrush – human ovary is an amazing feast). This leads to the another discovery that it is always "tooth paste" and never "teeth paste". Teeth are also the defenders of humanity. On intimate social occasions nothing gives a shiver like seeing a set of pointy teeth (readers are urged to use their imagination here).
Teeth are also a symbol of youth. A mouth without teeth is chaos. A whore's mouth without teeth is further chaos. Men, women around the world who have lost their youth (the teeth) often try to replenish their loss with fake ones. Even those artificial teeth have life. They need to be in a glass of water for 8 hours a night. This water is not recommended for drinking as it acquires the biting property from the subject in discussion and may quench the anatomical parts, otherwise suggested to be always open.
The presence and importance of teeth can be noted into various aspects of human psychology, and the derived anthropology. The teeth as a collection, and not just a tooth, are the canvas of human expression. The teeth formulate the joyous expression of a smile, although it may seem that a grin would suffice, but it would not. Similarly, a laughter is just an exaggeration of the the teeth's will to absorb necessary air, when present. Hence, we can conclude that teeth have a brain of their own; that hanging piece of flesh just above the throat and behind the tongue is the control center of teeth's activities - Hence the upward movement with disgust when a thing is swallowed instead of being chewed.
Sigmund Freud could not understand the delicate relationship between the dreams and the teeth. He misinterpreted the symbol of a snake. The snake instead depicts the teeth's desire to bite; for there are many people who crush their teeth while sleeping. That crushing of the teeth is not to be taken casually as merely a reflex action to a dream - but there is more. The teeth have a universal language of their own. The language is the mother tongue of Alvish, and Whale language. The high notes of both the aforementioned languages are replaced by the crushing sound called the "scrutinizing jab" in another dialect. The teeth answer to the call of communication under dire circumstances of uncircumcised necessity. The message is ciphered and has an 8-bit preamble frame of snoring. The entire mechanism of communication is far beyond the scope of our discussion.
The total human behavior is governed by the teeth activity. A lay man may think that anger gives rise to gestures like yelling behind the shut teeth, but it is brilliantly naive to assume this - at the most. What actually happens during anger is that adrenaline is secreted by the responsible endocrine glands into the body. The adrenaline contracts major muscle groups for rapid response to any external stimulus and for agility. If teeth are not crushed at the right moment it may cause the shutdown of rectum which can lead to a fatal comma.
The teeth in collection are the most powerful thing in the human body and our society. They are beyond and independent of any mortal requirements. The teeth may not be cleaned for it is not required (otherwise you would have been born with a toothbrush – human ovary is an amazing feast). This leads to the another discovery that it is always "tooth paste" and never "teeth paste". Teeth are also the defenders of humanity. On intimate social occasions nothing gives a shiver like seeing a set of pointy teeth (readers are urged to use their imagination here).
Teeth are also a symbol of youth. A mouth without teeth is chaos. A whore's mouth without teeth is further chaos. Men, women around the world who have lost their youth (the teeth) often try to replenish their loss with fake ones. Even those artificial teeth have life. They need to be in a glass of water for 8 hours a night. This water is not recommended for drinking as it acquires the biting property from the subject in discussion and may quench the anatomical parts, otherwise suggested to be always open.
Monday, January 14, 2008
If I had whiskers and a tail
If I had whiskers and a tail
I would hide in a bale
Jump over a pail
And wouldn’t mind
if my girl had whiskers too.
My day would start
With a stretched arc
of my back
a yawn to scare the mice
and a bowl of milk
would be nice.
With arrogance in my eyes
I’d flirt with
Neighborhood felines
Even the spayed neighbor
Would love me
And dream of looking herself
in my eyes.
I’d be Chuck Norris with
a dedicated fan-site.
be feared and revered
by Tony and Corleone alike.
When the sun will set
I’d return home to you
Hoping that I see you
So you can hold me
And I can smell your hair
rub against your skin
Kiss on your nose
curl in your lap
Purr …
And purr some more …
Before I fall asleep.
I would hide in a bale
Jump over a pail
And wouldn’t mind
if my girl had whiskers too.
My day would start
With a stretched arc
of my back
a yawn to scare the mice
and a bowl of milk
would be nice.
With arrogance in my eyes
I’d flirt with
Neighborhood felines
Even the spayed neighbor
Would love me
And dream of looking herself
in my eyes.
I’d be Chuck Norris with
a dedicated fan-site.
be feared and revered
by Tony and Corleone alike.
When the sun will set
I’d return home to you
Hoping that I see you
So you can hold me
And I can smell your hair
rub against your skin
Kiss on your nose
curl in your lap
Purr …
And purr some more …
Before I fall asleep.
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Saturday, January 05, 2008
Time has passed.
I am a figment of my own imagination. I am the subject, the object, the action, and the reaction. I quit being real a long time ago. It just happened, like it was meant to be. Like a person walking bare feet on the sand, the reality kept slipping under my feet. And here I thought that I could stop the downward spiral - i could create a stasis and buy myself time. How wrong I was!
There is no thing as stasis in life. Its all about motion, if not the progression then the punishment of approaching rapid doom. I did not know.
There is no thing as stasis in life. Its all about motion, if not the progression then the punishment of approaching rapid doom. I did not know.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Doctor Who: missing episodes
The BBC is searching for lost episodes of classic television shows, including Doctor Who. Currently 108 episodes of Doctor Who are missing from the BBC archives.
All 108 episodes were sent throughout the world at one point or another and may still be out there somewhere, in your attic, basement or local television station's film archive.
You can see the full list of missing episodes of Doctor Who (as well as missing episodes from other British TV shows such as Hancock’s Half Hour, A for Andromeda, etc.) at:
http://www.missing-episodes.com
If you think you may have a missing episode as a 16mm print or a copy in another format (8mm off-air or videotape), or have any information about these episodes, please contact the BBC by sending an email to:
info@restoration-team.co.uk
There is further information at:
http://www.restoration-team.co.uk/
LIST OF MISSING EPISODES
From the story Marco Polo (A.K.A. (Doctor Who and) The Journey to Cathay)
(episode 1) The Roof of the World
(episode 2) The Singing Sands
(episode 3) Five Hundred Eyes
(episode 4) The Wall of Lies
(episode 5) Rider from Shang-Tu
(episode 6) Mighty Kublai Khan
(episode 7) Assassin at Peking
From the story The Reign of Terror
(episode 4) The Tyrant of France
(episode 5) A Bargain of Necessity
From the story The Crusade
(episode 2) The Knight of Jaffa
(episode 4) The War-Lords
(In addition, the surviving print of episode 1 The Lion is damaged)
From the story Galaxy 4
(episode 1) Four Hundred Dawns
(episode 2) Trap of Steel
(episode 3) Airlock
(episode 4) The Exploding Planet
Mission to the Unknown (a single-episode story)
(a.k.a. Dalek Cutaway)
From the story The Myth Makers
(episode 1) Temple of Secrets
(episode 2) Small Prophet Quick Return
(episode 3) Death of a Spy
(episode 4) Horse of Destruction
From the story The Dalek Masterplan
(episode 1) The Nightmare Begins
(episode 3) Devil’s Planet,
(episode 4) The Traitors
(episode 6) Coronas of the Sun
(episode 7) The Feast of Steven
(episode 8) Volcano
(episode 9) Golden Death
(episode 11) The Abandoned Planet
(episode 12) Destruction of Time
From the story The Massacre
(episode 1) War of God
(episode 2) The Sea Beggar
(episode 3) Priest of Death
(episode 4) Bell of Doom
From the story The Celestial Toymaker
(episode 1) The Celestial Toyroom
(episode 2) The Hall of Dolls
(episode 3) The Dancing Floor
From the story The Savages
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
From the story The Smugglers
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
The Tenth Planet
Part 4 (features the first ever regeneration from William Hartnell into Patrick Troughton)
The Power of the Daleks
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
From the story The Highlanders
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
From the story The Underwater Menace
Part 1
Part 2
Part 4
From the story The Moonbase
Part 1
Part 3
From the story The Macra Terror
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
From the story The Faceless Ones
Part 2
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
(In addition, the surviving print of Part 3 is damaged)
The Evil of the Daleks
Part 1
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
From the story The Abominable Snowmen
Part 1
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
From the story The Ice Warriors
Part 2
Part 3
From the story The Enemy of the World
Part 1
Part 2
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
From the story The Web of Fear
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Fury from the Deep
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
The Wheel in Space
Part 1
Part 2
Part 4
Part 5
The Invasion
Part 1
Part 4
The Space Pirates
Part 1
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
In addition, color copies of the following episodes are sought:
The Ambassadors of Death
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 6
Part 7
The Mind of Evil
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Planet of the Daleks
Part 3
Invasion of the Dinosaurs
Part 1
All 108 episodes were sent throughout the world at one point or another and may still be out there somewhere, in your attic, basement or local television station's film archive.
You can see the full list of missing episodes of Doctor Who (as well as missing episodes from other British TV shows such as Hancock’s Half Hour, A for Andromeda, etc.) at:
http://www.missing-episodes.com
If you think you may have a missing episode as a 16mm print or a copy in another format (8mm off-air or videotape), or have any information about these episodes, please contact the BBC by sending an email to:
info@restoration-team.co.uk
There is further information at:
http://www.restoration-team.co.uk/
LIST OF MISSING EPISODES
From the story Marco Polo (A.K.A. (Doctor Who and) The Journey to Cathay)
(episode 1) The Roof of the World
(episode 2) The Singing Sands
(episode 3) Five Hundred Eyes
(episode 4) The Wall of Lies
(episode 5) Rider from Shang-Tu
(episode 6) Mighty Kublai Khan
(episode 7) Assassin at Peking
From the story The Reign of Terror
(episode 4) The Tyrant of France
(episode 5) A Bargain of Necessity
From the story The Crusade
(episode 2) The Knight of Jaffa
(episode 4) The War-Lords
(In addition, the surviving print of episode 1 The Lion is damaged)
From the story Galaxy 4
(episode 1) Four Hundred Dawns
(episode 2) Trap of Steel
(episode 3) Airlock
(episode 4) The Exploding Planet
Mission to the Unknown (a single-episode story)
(a.k.a. Dalek Cutaway)
From the story The Myth Makers
(episode 1) Temple of Secrets
(episode 2) Small Prophet Quick Return
(episode 3) Death of a Spy
(episode 4) Horse of Destruction
From the story The Dalek Masterplan
(episode 1) The Nightmare Begins
(episode 3) Devil’s Planet,
(episode 4) The Traitors
(episode 6) Coronas of the Sun
(episode 7) The Feast of Steven
(episode 8) Volcano
(episode 9) Golden Death
(episode 11) The Abandoned Planet
(episode 12) Destruction of Time
From the story The Massacre
(episode 1) War of God
(episode 2) The Sea Beggar
(episode 3) Priest of Death
(episode 4) Bell of Doom
From the story The Celestial Toymaker
(episode 1) The Celestial Toyroom
(episode 2) The Hall of Dolls
(episode 3) The Dancing Floor
From the story The Savages
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
From the story The Smugglers
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
The Tenth Planet
Part 4 (features the first ever regeneration from William Hartnell into Patrick Troughton)
The Power of the Daleks
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
From the story The Highlanders
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
From the story The Underwater Menace
Part 1
Part 2
Part 4
From the story The Moonbase
Part 1
Part 3
From the story The Macra Terror
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
From the story The Faceless Ones
Part 2
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
(In addition, the surviving print of Part 3 is damaged)
The Evil of the Daleks
Part 1
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
From the story The Abominable Snowmen
Part 1
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
From the story The Ice Warriors
Part 2
Part 3
From the story The Enemy of the World
Part 1
Part 2
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
From the story The Web of Fear
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Fury from the Deep
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
The Wheel in Space
Part 1
Part 2
Part 4
Part 5
The Invasion
Part 1
Part 4
The Space Pirates
Part 1
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
In addition, color copies of the following episodes are sought:
The Ambassadors of Death
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 6
Part 7
The Mind of Evil
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Planet of the Daleks
Part 3
Invasion of the Dinosaurs
Part 1
Monday, October 29, 2007
Platitudes from a cat
This world is a strange place and there are only two kinds of people. There are those who spend their entire lives trying to find the meaning of life and make a sense out of this world; and then the others who spend their lives without any struggle for the truth.
I have spent my time trying to discover what this world has to offer and whats it all about. A few months back I was sitting in the window pane looking outside the apartment, when it occurred to me like an epiphany, the nature of the things.
I noticed a bug flying outside the window, next to a still metal railing. Across the pool, the trees were waving in the wind, the water in the pool was struggling with some humans in it. This is wen I realized that there are only two kinds of things in this world: The ones that move, and the ones that try to move.
After discovering that I felt enlightened. I wanted to spread the truth; spread what I have found, and share it with rest of the felinity. So I started planning about it. I realized that I needed to prove my hypothesis with some kind of tangible proof, if I wanted myself to be taken seriously. I could however, develop a mystical personality and declare myself god, and then automatically everyone would take me seriouslym I thought. I would have a trident, I said to myself, and I will go enforcing my views on everyone. My roommate (who happens to be a man), looked at me as if he didnt care, and said "meow ...".
OOOO!!! I hate when he does that. Sometimes, I think that he doesnt even consider me a sentient being. But the harm is his. I want to teach him a lesson. How about I sit on his chest while he sleeps? This will definitely put some pressure on his heart, which will then cause his brain to stir a nightmare in his sleep. If that doesnt teach him a lesson, I will definitely pee in his closet. Hell, I'll do it anyways. He wouldnt notice, and think of the stench as the smell of plastic cover for a book. Imbecile has no sense of smell.
Sometimes, I want to make it clear to everyone that I am on my own clock. And that means that I do whatever I want, whenever I want, and however I want it. This is it! From today, I will drink water the way I want to drink. I will wet my paws in the bowl and lick them. I will also drink from the bathroom, and I'll let him think that I am not drinking water at all. Then may be he will know who I am!
I wonder sometimes if others know how it feels to be covered in fur from head to tail - not to mention, to have a tail. I have a distant cousin and he has a kink just before his tail ends. He cant balance himself properly, and comes across as a clumsy bastard. I dont think very highly of him. I think he has seen that contempt for him in my eyes as well.
Talking of contempt, I hate canned food. Sometimes I wonder how humans make decisions, and what sort of rationale they use. Take my owner for example, he brings me canned food. Food with pretty labels, and pictures of other felines with content faces. Yesterday, he brought me some gourmet food with rice in it! I am a cat you idiot! I dont eat rice. Stop shopping for my food while you yourself are hungry. Why dont you bring me some "mouse flavored" food next time you are at a walmart. I crave those frozen mice so much. I remember, when i used to feast on mice. Its a fulfilling diet and you sleep well too.
I think I am gonna sleep now. Its an important part of my life.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Doctor Who? A platonic view on Doctor's life, origins and the life span of the Time Lords
Doctor Who?
He is from the planet Gallifrey and he is the last of his race called the "Time Lords". Time Lords were a "Master race", and fought the last of the great wars called the "Time Wars". Gallifreyen's (or the Time Lords) were fighting against an evil Master race called the "Daleks". The Doctor had to destroy Daleks and the Time Lords to end the Time Wars, which threatened to destroy the entire Universe. So the Doctor is the last of the Time Lords.
He goes around traveling to various parts of the Universe in his ship called the TARDIS (Time And Relative Dimension In Space). TARDIS is also a time machine. Time Lords as the name implies were masters of time and they had the ability and technology to travel in time. The Doctor's TARDIS looks like a police public phone booth from the 1950s London. The first thing that most people notice on entering TARDIS is that it is much bigger in the inside, since the outer form exists in a different dimension of space and time than the inner form.
The Doctor is almost 950 years old. Being a Time Lord, when his body is about to die, The Doctor is able to regenerate. The regeneration process regenerates the living tissue in the entire body, essentially replacing the previous one completely. Therefore, the Doctor looks different after each regeneration. The Doctor so far has been regenerated ten times. So as we know it, there are 10 different doctors but essentially they all share same memories and knowledge. The regenerated personality may be different to some extent than the previous one.
The Doctor and his seemingly infinite knowledge
The Doctor seems to know everything. He always has some idea what is going to happen arguably, on the least, he can sense trouble. He travels in time and space saving the universe every second of his life. For some unexplained reason the TARDIS always knows where to go (Past, present, future, and precise points in space).
So the Doctor shows up, defeats the bad guys and he is able to save the universe.
How he knows where to go is sometimes explained in the story and sometimes it is not. However, it is agreeable that "the doctor has one constant companion and that is death" (new 1st season, episode: "ROSE").
I have come up with a theory that may explain how the Doctor knows what are the most critical events in the life of Universe that will determine the path in the future and how events should be, so that the "polarity of the flow of protons" is not "reversed" in the Universe (meaning, the time lines dont run into paradox, destroying everything).
Hypothesis
Hypothesis 1:The Doctor is a re-incarnation of himself. He has led a life, and after many regenerations have finally died, only to be reincarnated as himself. So now, even though he may not remember it precisely, he always have a hint about what his actions should be.
This is almost as even though he can travel in time and space but yet has a destiny. All his actions are defined through the prism of predestination. The Doctor is among gods, but not really a god. The Doctor is much like a godly character in Franz Kafka's stories who are gods but are bound by the responsibilities of cyclic and redundant actions of looking after a system; only, the Doctor's system spans all time and space.
Hypothesis 2: Time Lords' have been around before the big bang or they have the knowledge that pre-dates the Big Bang..
This may be the only way they can go back and forth in time. The Big Bang marks a reference point to travel in time.
(to be contd. )
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