The centrifugal force always acts _____a)Towards the centerb)Away from the centerc)In tangential directiond)Outside of the plane of motionCorrect answer is option 'B'. Can you explain this answer?

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The centrifugal force always acts _____

a)
Towards the center
b)
Away from the center
c)
In tangential direction
d)
Outside of the plane of motion

Correct answer is option 'B'. Can you explain this answer?

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The centrifugal force always acts away from the center of the circle in which the body is moving. In contrast to this, the centripetal force always acts towards the center of the circle, keeping the body moving in the circle.

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