My moniker has a tale to it.
My school basketball team made it to state championships the year I graduated. Not having much faith that they'd win, I bet on the game with a pep-band geek classmate who I'd been attending the games that season with as an excuse to hang out: the stakes, his Magic: The Gathering collection versus my hair. They won the game, I lost my hair. Afterward, I bore a striking resemblance to the Indian mystic, and some buddies started to call me by the name. Combined with an Eastern-guru-ish complex and a devoted love to The Great Alfred Yankovic's only film masterpiece(hence the numeric suffix), and I had a nickname that has stuck ever since. Even my wife and occasionally my parents refer to me by the name.
Since that year, I had made it a tradition to shave my head in October for Halloween. Some of the favored costumes have included Gandhi himself, Lex Luther, Professor Farnsworth, and Warren Ellis' Spider Jerusalem. It lasted until I got engaged, when I was informed by my fiance "If you can do it, I will too."