In traveling around the world, I have encountered interesting conversations about what my name means and have also encountered various mnemonics that people use in order to remember my name. Why? Because my name isn't really a standard one (even in the languages from which it came).
However, there has been (in the US at least) a history of translating names into their English forms (think about the stories from Ellis Island), or (in previous generations, especially in Indian schools) just removing a person's name and imposing an English name.
This story (adapted from the Story Corps) recounts how one immigrant child's name just couldn't (fortunately) be adapted: