Technical Description of an Electric fan (Unit four)

 Technical Description of an Electrical Fan

An electrical fan is an electrical appliance used for circulating the air of the room. In the tropical countries like India it is an essential appliance for homes especially in the summer season.

There are two kinds of fans in use (i) ceiling fan and (ii) pedestal fan

Ceiling Fan

A ceiling fan is made of metallic blades tightened on a round electric induction motor connected to a suspension rod hooked with the ceiling of the room. The suspension rod has plastic covers at its both ends to hide the wiring and condenser. The electric motor moves on getting the electric current and moves the blades along with it. The tilted blades cut through the air and circulate it in the room. In other words, the whole assembly works like an air screw. The on-off switch and speed control of this fan are provided on the switch board of the room.




Pedestal fan

A pedestal fan is very similar to a ceiling fan. The difference is that it is not suspended with the ceiling but it stands on its pedestal. The fan with small pedestal is also known as table fan because you can put this fan on the table and enjoy the cool breeze. It too has an electric motor which moves the tilted blades. But it has smaller blades and its blades are covered with a wire mesh for protection. This fan may be fitted with the wall also and then it is known as cabin fan. This fan also comes with a long pedestal which can be put on the ground. The on-off switch and speed control of the fan are provided on the pedestal itself.


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Location: Satna, Madhya Pradesh, India

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