I bought some Neighbours Envy

Hi friends,

I didn’t wake up today thinking, I must buy a TV. It happened the way some perfectly unnecessary purchases happen: you’re roaming around, minding your own business, going nowhere, doing nothing… and then a shop window decides to interfere with your plans.

I was just wandering in Sanghvi when I reached the chauraha and spotted a TV shop. You know that moment when your eyes casually land on something and your brain goes, That. That seems like a good idea. No grand research. No spreadsheet comparison. No heroic consumer journey. Just pure, unfiltered impulse.

So I walked in and walked out with an ONIDA BLACK 200 (21”).

It cost me Rs. 7600.

Now here’s the funny part: this isn’t even my first Onida story. If I start counting from the very first TV my father bought, this makes it the third TV from the Onida stable in our little family timeline. At this point, it’s less “brand loyalty” and more “Onida has quietly been living with us for years.”

Why this one?

Because it felt like the right kind of simple.

A 21-inch screen is exactly the sweet spot for no-fuss weekend living: big enough to enjoy a movie without squinting, small enough to not turn the room into a theatre. The “Black 200” name sounds like it should come with a cape, but what I really bought was a promise: lazy Saturdays, unplanned films, cricket that stretches into the evening, and that comfort of having something playing while life slows down.

Honestly, I bought it for the sake of it.

And I kind of love that.

Here’s to better weekends, to accidental decisions that turn out nicely, and to Onida… for somehow always showing up again.