When we were kids in school in Shillong, every girl in my class swore up and down that she had a cousin called I Saw The Moonrock Lyngdoh. Yes you read that right — I Saw The Moonrock was his first name. Apparently as a yet to be named infant in his fathers arms, his eyes had briefly flickered on a piece of lunar debris that was then triumphantly touring the world and had actually wound its way to Shillong as well. Obviously his father felt that no later achievement of his son's was going to be as significant as this one and so decided to name him after it. One has to admire the blind faith this man had in the judicial system of our nation that would prevent the said son from suing him, as much as the sense of conviction he brought to the naming process.
In naming one's sprogs, conviction may not be everything, but it does count for something. In a burst of self confidence and sure-footedness my parents were careful never to betray ever again in their naming careers, they called my oldest sister Vishakha and stuck with it. But in naming my middle sister and me, they displayed the sort of absentmindedness and lack of conviction that genius mathematicians bring to tasks such as buttoning their shirts. In a lather of befuddlement (that might indicate that they were not entirely sure of what the stork had actually brought them and what they were supposed to do with it); they dithered and named us first one thing and a few months later changed their minds abruptly and then a year or so into our lives, finally settled on a third name entirely.
The minor matter of a fractured identity (and a few hideous pet names drawn from these discarded names) apart, I feel we lucked out. The names they finally settled on may not have been as high on the memorability stakes as young I Saw The Moonrock, but they were quite unobjectionable. And critically, they managed to find separate names for all three of us siblings. A generation ago, that could not have been taken for granted at all. I know of many people who in the interests of their privacy shall forever remain nameless (the Chopras from Dehradoon, the Singhs from Nahan via Rawalpindi — for a full directory email me separately) who produced fairly large and happy families with many children of both sexes. And with incredible originality gave both a son and a daughter the same name.