The mere smell of an egg would give me nausea and make me puke. I was extremely averse to eggs - dunno why. I wouldn't even dare to have food in a plate served with egg. I could not imagine myself to make an egg for anyone but I had to do the most hated thing in my life - make a bullseye. during school vacations my whole maternal family would gather at our grandfathers place and have a blast. It so happened one day my Uncle wanted a bulls eye so he called out ...... chickoooooooooooooo ..................... make me a bullseye please and be fast ........... I was shocked!! what!! me and Bullseye !!!!!! dont you know I HATE eggs, I said to myself and grudgingly went into the kitchen hoping someone would be there to do the job for me but the kitchen was bare.

Now where to start from the pan or the egg? I placed a pan on the burner and hurried to take an egg from the fridge. All the while I was cursing myself not entering the kitchen to learn a few things at cooking. Firstly how to break the egg, top side or bottom?? beat it with a sppon or slice it with a knife? after much contemplation i decided to beat it with a knife and pour it over the pan. Now a bulls eye had to have an eye thats yellow and how does that come. Anyways i decided to do my best. I gently tapped the egg with the knife hoping it to burst and fall right into the pan but nothing happened. Yet another call chickoooooooooo ..................... why is the bulls eye taking so much time?? That was my uncle. Hurridly i gave a hard hit to the egg and it just broke and fell into the pan. Hurray i thot twisting my nose. How could i have held an egg in my hand the smell of the egg was bbby now driving me crazy. Even though the egg had fallen into the pan the eye hadnot come out as i expected. The yolk was flowing into the white and it was getting messy. Oh my Gawd!!!! Ni had forgotten oil. Now a dash for the oil and plonk!!!! lots of oil in the pan. Oh no!!! this is it!!! I quickly thot that this was disaster and i had wasted an egg now next what to do? Break another egg and pour it over the first mess with some salt and pepper?? so that it looks like an omlette. Ah now better!! Ok for the final toss and there is goes i broke the omlette too. I looked too scrambled to me so a quick thot came over ............ why not scramble it up to cover the mess. So finally the egg was all scrambled up. Finally some seasoning for the scrambled with curry leaves and there you are ready. I put the "Scrambled Bullseye" in a plate and hurried to the dining room. My Uncle had one look at the egg and burst out "Ïs this your bullseye "?. and he burst out laughing ...............................

In minutes the whole house except me was in splits on my Bullseye. I was enjoying my firtst victory with the EGG Till date I have detested eggs as much as i did fifteen years ago. I still hold my nose when i make an egg.