Ethnographic Paper

On November Seventh, 2012 at 1:39 PM I went to Naan Stop to proceed with my perceptions from previously. I went in and it was a similar worker who has been working there every one of the multiple times I’ve gone in. As normal I was the main individual there, the radio was playing a famous pop tune by the band One Direction. The proprietor of the store was in the back and jumped out to make proper acquaintance with me and ask how I was doing. I got my standard thing, a little mocha Boba and I held up as the worker, a youthful Mexican presumably in his 20’s made the Boba with a similar grimace he has on each opportunity I come in.I remained in Naan stop for twenty minutes and nobody came in. On November Sixth 4:50 PM I went to Naan stop with my companion and we got Boba. We were the main ones in there from the start however then two Indian men in their late twenties came in and welcomed the proprietor. They talked in what I accepted that was hindi and afterward changed to english and afterward back to hindi. I accumulated that both the Indian men were graduate understudies at UCSB sooner or later and had returned for the end of the week to make proper acquaintance with old companions. I thought that it was odd that they didn’t request anything from Naan Stop, they talked with the proprietor and snapped a photo with him and afterward left.The music playing during their experience was again mainstream society. In the event that there wasn’t Indian food and two or three little social Indian sculptures one could never realize it was an Indian Restaurant. My companion held up ten minutes after the Indian men left for new individuals to come in yet got baffled and left. I remained for 40 minutes and inside my 40 minutes two student understudies came in and got get Indian and left, four young ladies all wearing their Alpha Phi letters came in requested Boba and left. A moderately aged man and his significant other came in, I remembered them f rom about fourteen days prior when I was doing observations.The spouse, like last time, was wearing a very low profile shirt and her bosoms were really spilling out. The man was in an undershirt, they requested Indian food and were the principal clients I’d found over the most recent two days to really eat the food at the café. They were noisy and I’d accept that they were lower class or lower white collar class. The lady continued endlessly about her â€Å"fancy† sister going to Mexico. She continued saying extravagant with such hatred, the one Mexican representative livened up at the name of Mexico however then got uninterested and returned to gazing at his telephone as the woman continued forever how her sister had a superior life.The man continued gazing at me and I felt entirely awkward, I accept he knew that I was watching them. He murmured something to his better half and the two of them turned around and gazed at me as I was professing to message somebo dy. They completed their supper soon after and as they tossed out their junk the lady feigned exacerbation at me. They disliked being the objects of my perception and I’m almost certain their annoyance originated from humiliation. When they kept and were separate from visual perception I got together my things and left.