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Fan-o-phobia

Has there been some thing that you are worried about lately, something that might not seem too important that has been troubling you? ... Or that the very thought of it makes you shiver, tremble with fear or puts in the fear of god within you?

Well ... I am facing one such thing of late. Somehow I have developed a fear of the fans, especially in cases where fans are a relatively lesser height, usually which I can touch easily with my palms or even elbows ... and even the ones that I can barely even touch by my fingers. This has not been without a reaon though.

Recently I went to a relatives place where there was this combination of a fan being at lesser height and me being quite tall. After taking a bath (yeah ... I do take a bath ... in summers at least!) I switched on the fan, and raised my hands to wear a T-shirt. And suddenly I found something hitting my left thumb, hitting it really hard. Before the signal was sent to my brain so that I could realize what was happening, I put my hand away from danger zone. (Courtesy - Spinal Cord, which initiated the rescue operation and ordering my hand to move away from the line of attack immediately upon receiving a SOS signal from my thumb). I escaped the fan attack with a minor cut, which may last maybe around 10 days within confines of a band-aid. Since then I have been telling this sad story of fan-attack to whomsoever concerned (and there have been many after seeing that awkward looking band-aid)!

Now that fingers keep me worried, and fans make me fear. What if height of fans are really low and I go on to yawn just under a running fan? Or worse still, if I am walking and suddenly decide to jump ... without realizing that I am under a running fan? Every time I am sitting, or standing or walking anywhere, no matter how important the work is or how busy I am, I always manage to have a look at the ceiling and work out my safety related strategies, and hoping that the famous adage - "Lightening never strikes a same tree twice" is true!
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  1. Arvind Iyer11:36 PM, April 26, 2008

    I know its not courteous to publicize one's own post through comments. But this is surely an exception.

    We both have picked up an obscure object - The Fan, as a topic of elaborate analysis.

    My writeup is called the Fan Club

    I couldn't help smiling when I saw the topic itself !!!

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  2. Unknown10:10 AM, May 05, 2008

    gud post ther....but yea....i do share the same sentiments....:D
    i went through this incident wer the fan actually fell on the floor with a bigggg thud sending down deadly shivers thru my body....fortunately i wasnt sleeping below it...:D
    this aint to scare u....;)
    keep postin//..

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  3. Nikesh Rathi10:40 AM, May 05, 2008

    @ Mansi

    Thanks

    That incident actually scared me. Anything that is not in sync with normal motion of the fan (... and even the ones that classify under normal motion of fan!) about fans scare me now :)

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  4. Ilyas Kazi9:10 PM, May 07, 2008

    so scaring...... nice post

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  5. Reema8:22 PM, May 12, 2008

    How amazing that there are people who fear fans!! I too have the fear of ceilings fans falling down on me.

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