The Sorgar are a manihar Muslim community found in the state of Rajasthan in India. Many members of Sorgar community have migrated to Pakistan after independence have settled in Karachi, Sindh.
The Sorgar claim descent from Pashtun pathans, who were brought to Rajasthan to manufacture gunpowder. The word Sorgar in Rajasthani means "a manufacturer of gunpowder". According to their traditions, the ancestors of the community were Pathan guards employed by a Rajput Rajah, who were involved in an altercation, which led to death. They were pardoned by the Rajah, on the pre-condition that they manufacture gunpowder.
They are found mainly in the districts of Chitorgarh, Jaipur, Jodhpur and Udaipur. The Sorgar speak Mewari within the community, and Urdu with outsiders. They are divided into four clans, Tanwar, Bhati, Chauhan and Afghan. These clans are equal in status, and intermarry with each other. The community is endogamous, but do not marry with the Pathan of Rajasthan. The Sorgar are a community of small peasants. There traditional occupation of manufacturing gunpowder has ceased, although many still supplement their income by repairing guns. They are Sunni Muslims, and have customs similar to other Rajasthan Muslim communities.
You'll never have the damn thing out
Or meet the pope and kiss his neck
And like him more than you expect
And in my mind the color red
Is writ in blood above your head
Tonight -- when the time is right
You'll never wear the damned thing out
Or meet the queen and kiss her throat
And ask her where she hangs her coat
And in my mind the color blue
Will never be as dark as you
Tonight -- when the time is right
You'll never wash the damned things out
Or meet the judge and kiss his figs
And wonder where he keeps his wigs
And in my mind the color pink
Will do more damage than you think
Tonight
And in my mind the color green
Is oh so lovely and obscene