William Congreve said that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned but I think heartbreak has that effect on everyone. Be it rejection, infidelity, deceit or just plain falling out of love- the heart hurts the same. A heart broken is an ego scorned. And when hurt, aren’t we all a little too mean? Too angry? Too petty? Too arrogant? Too sassy?

I have evidence!

mehfil mein teri, hum na rahein jo
gham to nahi hai, 
kisse hamare, nazdeekiyon ke
kam to nahi hain
-Channa Mereya, Amitabh Bhattacharya

He very well knows that his love is legendary; he doesn’t have to remind the world or her next lover of the closeness they shared, he doesn’t have to stay and remind her of what she lost because his love is like a splash of red on her plain old life- blatantly visible to all, painfully stirring for her.

We have all cried to Channa Mereya but these lines crack me up because look at the sheer arrogance! I love it!

Mohabbat karne wale kum na honge
Teri mehafil mein lekin hum na honge

-Mohabbat karne wale, Hafeez Hoshiarpuri

Hafeez ji is confident that no one will love them the way he did. They could seek all the attention there is and woo men from everywhere but no one’s presence will be as profound as his, no touch as electrifying as his, no love as enthralling as his. No one will be as good as him. 

So sassy, I bow down.

O kehne waale mujhko farebi
Kaun farebi hai yeh bata
Woh jisne gham liya pyaar ki khaatir
Ya jisne pyaar ko bech diya
-Kya Hua Tera Wada, R. D. Burman/ Majrooh Sultanpuri

Oof! Who is the fraudster- the one who endured sorrows in the name of love or the one who sold their love in some cheap barter? The wronged is seeking answers and clearly pointing fingers.

I find this pettiness acceptable, because all’s fair in love and war, isn’t it?

These are just some songs from the top of my head, but I am certain, there are hundreds such. Not just songs, I have evidence from some famous writers too!

If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day
-Wuthering Height, Emily Brontë

*gasps in awe*

Mere kuch sawaal hai jo sirf qyamat ki raat poochunga tumse,
Kyuki uske pehle tumhari aur meri baat ho sake
Iss layak nahi ho tum 
-Zakir Khan

*slow claps*

Ishq ne Ghalib niqamma kar diya, 
Varna aadmi hum bhi the kaam ke 
-Ghalib

*speechless*

I could go on, but you get what I am trying to say right?

Love changes all; be it abundance of love or the absence of it.

I think the reason why we become so mean, so arrogant, so petty when our heart is broken, is because that is how we cope.

We hide our pain and loneliness under all this anger.

We choose to be mad instead of sad because sadness makes one vulnerable and us as humans are just so scared that people will take advantage of our timidness or make fun of our pain.

And none of this is a lie.

I mean we do take advantage of others’ weaknesses to get ahead, don’t we? We do laugh at others’ misery to hide our’s, don’t we?

Perhaps we should all collectively change that about us? Perhaps we should all allow people to mourn and cry and “create a scene” when their hearts break. Perhaps we should all be more empathetic?

No?