Plumes of smoke rose gently into the air from the tip of a burning Marlboro Regular as the dimly lit cabin of Ambience Restaurant and Bar began filling up with relaxing office-goers. The Flying Elephant was sitting before me, giving me, only a casual visitor to MouthShut, latest insights.

The conversation had a strange effect on me. I decided to discard by silent protest against the new wave of changes in MouthShut making it much less fun and much more a networking website for desperate, sexually frustrated housewives and office-men. So here I am, writing my first diary post.

The Flying Elephant said I could write anything about my routine life here. In fact, he said I can write anything I want.

So here's the subject of my first diary post.

I farted... everyone heard it... but there was no smell...

Why could that be? Has it ever happened to you?

I'll appreciate your candour.