Mor or Maur or Maurya is gotra of Jats found in Rajasthan, Uttar Pradesh, Madhya Pradesh Punjab and Haryana states in India.
They are found in Punjab. Mor population is 3,300 in Patiala district.
There are number of villages in Chittorgarh district, Rajasthan, where the Mors were recording as residing in 2003. These statistics referred to six families or less and the locations were Deokheda, Jamlawda and Subi. Similarly, there are small numbers in the Nimach district of Madhya Pradesh, in Nimach, Bagpipalya, Dhokalkheda, Harnawda, Harwar, Khor Vikram, Kundala and Nanpuriya.
The More (Marathi: मोरे) is a Maratha clan found largely in the Indian state of Maharashtra that claims to have descended from the Somavanshi kings, the Morès of the Kashmir Region. Some from the More clan claim descent from the Mauryan Dynasty of Patna (Bihar), which ruled over the Maurya Empire, located in present day India. The Maurya Empire and many Morè, claim rulers such as Abhishek Kaushal and Ashoka.
In Pre-Shivaji India, Morès were feudatories of the Vijaynagar empire along with other Maratha clans such as Bhoite, Kadam, Bembre, Salunkhe(Solanki) and Shinde, Maratha Sardars under Sultanates of Deccan.
More were an ancient Maratha clan and first acceptable evidence show them as feudatory of the Vijayanagar empire. After the fall of the Vijayanagar and formation of Islamic sultanates in the deccan, the More held their own in the Satara region & adjoining konkan areas and exerted powerful influence on the whole of the western ghat heights( ghat matha). More ruled their territory as kings and continued as just and honourable kings for generations. The area of then Javali Jagir stretched from Rairi Raigad Fort built by Chandrarao More in 1030 to Fort Khelana (Vishalgad) and Koyana Valley to the current Mumbai-Goa highway. In these areas eight More clansman ruled their Jagirs viz.:
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Mór is a Gaelic-Irish female given name.
Mór is a feminine first name used in Ireland since the medieval era. It may have been the original form of the name Maureen.
It is distinct from the descriptive term "mór", which designates "big" or "senior".
East Syriac: Mar or West Syriac: Mor (as pronounced respectively in eastern and western dialects, from Syriac: ܡܪܝ, Mār(y), written with a silent final yodh) is a title of respect in Syriac, literally meaning 'my lord'. It is given to all saints and is also used before Christian name of bishops. The corresponding feminine form given to women saints is Mart or Mort (Syriac: ܡܪܬܝ, Mārt(y)). The title is placed before the Christian name, as in Mar Aprem/Mor Afrem and Mart/Mort Maryam. This is the original meaning of the name Martha 'A Lady'.
The variant Maran or Moran (Syriac: ܡܪܢ, Māran), meaning 'Our Lord', is a particular title given to Jesus, either alone or in combination with other names and titles. Likewise, Martan or Mortan (Syriac: ܡܪܬܢ, Mārtan, 'Our Lady') is a title of Mary.
Occasionally, the term Maran or Moran has been used of various patriarchs and catholicoi. The Syriac Orthodox Patriarch of Antioch, the Malankara Orthodox Catholicos and the Syro-Malankara Major Archbishop Catholicos use the title Moran Mor. Sometimes the Indian bearers of this title are called Moran Mar, using a hybrid style from both Syriac dialects that reflects somewhat the history of Syrian Christians in Kerala. The Pope of Rome is referred to as Mar Papa by the Nasranis (Saint Thomas Christians) of India.
Take me down
To a ground
Just let me feel it
If I let someone down
Please welcome
Him on the losing side
I shake you of
And make my choice
Don't wanna hear you
Your smiling free
Please go down, please
I don't wanna feel you around me
Take me down to a higher ground
To survive your mindless sound
If you know all the people
Why are you alone?
If you know all the people
You'll be goin'down
I feel that man
on my back
Don't promise any crap
Someone will break your neck
You don't know how
To soak my soul
Let me out, let me go
Open your eyes
You told nothing but lies
Please go down, please
C'mon, go down with your ego
Take me down to a higher ground
To survive your mindless sound
If you know all the people
Why are you alone?
If you know all the people
You'll be goin'down
Let me go ahead, let me go
I will find an explanation
Where's my owly destination
Separed ways now and forever
Is the on and owly measure
Tales full of exaggerations
No more manipulations
And I think you are not funny
Your brain is just a bloatd dummy
Take me down to a higher ground
To survive your mindless sound
If you know all the people
Why are you alone?
If you know all the people
You'll be goin'down