A jewel around the world.Forged originally for the Lord Pashupatinath of the lost Indus valley civilisation, I was caught by a horde of Aryan horseriders during a siege. A high purity divine necklace like me was named the "jewel of the emperor" and was sported by the emperor Chandragupta Maurya followed by Bindusara and Ashoka.
But being a royal jewel for 600 years didn't satisfy me as much as 40 years in the hands of Buddha did. But after his demise, one his followers was assassinated by a greedy Chinese official, who's family inherited me for the next 300 years. But Chinese had the habit for burying the favorite things of the dead with them. I, thus spent next 500 years in a coffin until I was unearthed by few Mongolian grave robbers. These imbeciles were caught by the patrolling Roman police on the silk route and the chief took me to Julius Caesar.
Again, I regained my regal status. Caesar's brief relationship with Cleopatra, made me the adornment of the world's most beautiful woman. But with her death, I was once again buried in a pyramid for God knows how many years.
Grave robbers again.
I was brought to Mali, Timbaktu, in 1414AD. World was changed so much. I've seen the riches of the empires. But Timbuktu beats everything. King Mansa Musa threw jewels of the likes of mine into the common populace. I ended up in hands of a Somali pirate who traded me with Portuguese merchants at Tanzania.
I got to explore worlds when I was with Portuguese. They knew oceans like the back of their palms.
Brazil, West Indies, North America, wait wait! It's my second time here. I've been here with Vikings,somewhere around 1000AD. Yes, few barbarians from Germany sailed to the Americas long before Columbus. Vikings obtained me by envisaging a Roman colony. Long story!
Portugese and British were fighting for territories in India. I'm back to my home.
My sly Portuguese owner sent me to the Viceroy's wife as a present. I enjoyed British culture to it's fullest until 1956 when the Viceroy's American daughter in law begot me. She was a heavy drinker who lost me in a bet and I don't remember how I ended up in an auction and was begotten by an Indian.
Now I peacefully sit on the neck of lord Shiva(Vishwanatha) of Kasi. This very neck was where I was intended to sit 5000 years ago. Huh! 5000 years. I'm very ancient. Wait. Do I see a thief sneaking in? Looks like I'm never too old to journey the world.