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The Maratha (IPA: [ˈməraʈa];, archaically transliterated as Marhatta or Mahratta) are an Indian caste, found predominantly in the state of Maharashtra. The term Marāthā has three related usages: within the Marathi speaking region it describes the dominant Maratha caste; outside Maharashtra it can refer to the entire regional population of Marathi-speaking people; historically, it describes the Maratha Empire founded by Shivaji in the seventeenth century and continued by his successors, which included many castes.
They primarily reside in the Indian states of Maharashtra, Madhya Pradesh, Gujarat, Karnataka, and Goa. Those in Goa and neighbouring Karwar are known specifically as Konkan Marathas as an affiliation to their regional and linguistic alignment. The Dhangar Ahirs of Indore call themselves as Marathas.
The word Maratha is used for Kshatriya caste belonging to Maharashtra. The Marathas .
The modern Marathi language developed from the Prakrit known as Mahārāshtri;[citation needed] the words Maratha and Marathi may be a derivative of the Prakrit word Marhatta found in Jain Maharashtri literature, itself from Sanskrit Maharāṣhṭra. The etymology of the words "Maharashtra" is uncertain; the various theories include:
Operator number please
It´s been so many years
And she´ll remember my old voice
While I fight the tears
Hello, hello there is this Martha ?
This is old Tom Frost
And I am calling long distance
Don´t worry ´bout the cost.....
It´s been 40 years or more
Now Martha please recall
And meet me out for coffee
Were we´ll talk about it all
And those were days of roses
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you !
And all you had was me !
And there was no tomorrow´s
As we packed away our sorrows
And we saved it for a rainy day.....!
And I feel so much older now
And you´re much older too
Oh, how´s the husband and how´s the kids
You know that I got married too.....?!
Oh, lucky that you found someone
To make you feel secure
Oh we were all so young and foolish
Now we are mature.....
And those were days of roses
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you !
And all you had was me !
And there was no tomorrow´s
As we packed away our sorrows
And we saved it for a rainy day.....!
And I was always so impulsive
I guess that I still am !!!
But all that really mattered then
Was that I was a man !
I guess that our being together
Was never meant to be
Oh, but Martha, oh Martha I love you !
Can´t you see.....!!!
And those were days of roses
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you !
And all you had was me !
And there was no tomorrow´s
As we packed away our sorrows
And we saved it for a rainy day.....!
And I remember quiet evenings