EP · 087
The Quiet Power of Long-Form
58 min · with Hana Mori
My Story
The Doctor Who
Was Reborn.
I completed my MD in Anesthesiology in December 2021. I was trained to keep people alive on the operating table — to monitor every breath, every heartbeat, every moment of unconsciousness — and bring them back safely. I was good at it. I gave it everything.
What I was not prepared for was the system I would serve inside. Two years of scholarship bonding at Narayani Hospital, Birgunj. Then private practice — working nights, weekdays, covering shifts that no one else would take. And slowly, quietly, the system began taking more than it gave.
A government hospital kept four lakh rupees of my salary for nine months of full-time work. Not a rumour. Not an exaggeration. A documented fact — now in court. They paid me for one month and kept the rest. When I asked, they promised. When I pushed, they stalled. When I had no more patience, they pretended it never happened.
"I did not leave because I failed as a doctor. I left because I outgrew institutions that could not afford to keep a doctor with a conscience."
Then came the termination. August 2025. A corporate hospital scheduled a routine spine surgery at night — without adequate staff, without the safety margins that spinal anaesthesia demands. I refused. As the anaesthesiologist, patient safety is not a suggestion — it is the job. They called it insubordination. I called it medicine. They terminated me. I called it clarity.
But the real story did not begin with the termination. It began 681 days before that — on June 29, 2024 — when I looked at myself honestly for the first time in years and chose to change.
I was 100 kilograms. I was smoking tobacco. I was drinking. I was using weed. I was spending hours in purposeless conversation, numbing myself to the frustration of living inside broken systems. I appeared functional. Inside, I was scattered.
On that day — June 29, 2024 — I began. Gym. Meditation. No substances. Witness consciousness. One day at a time. Then ten. Then fifty. Then three hundred. The weight started leaving my body. The clarity started returning to my mind. The silence of meditation began revealing things about myself I had never been willing to see.
Today I am 84 kilograms. I am 686 days clean and disciplined. I have founded Branded God Media — a doctor-led media company built on the truth that Madhesh Province deserves and has never been given. And I am telling this story not because I want sympathy, but because I know with complete certainty: if I can rebuild from this starting point, anyone can.
I am Dr. Narottam Jha. In & As BrandedGod. Trust the process.
The Moment.
The real change was not the weight I lost. It was the weight of everything I had never said — finally beginning to find its voice.
The Method.
Sakshi Bhav — the witness consciousness. Watching my own thoughts like a doctor monitors a patient. With precision and compassion simultaneously.
The Mission.
Madhesh Province. Lowest HDI in Nepal. 500 beds promised at Narayani Hospital. 286 operating — eight years later. I worked inside that hospital. Now I speak from inside that truth.
The Belief.
The universe does not break what it has chosen to use. It only strips away what is not essential. What remained after everything was stripped away — that is BrandedGod.