An interesting application of the pigeonhole principle

Question:
Suppose 2016 points of the circumference of a circle are coloured red and the remaining points are coloured blue. Given any natural number $n \geq 3$, prove that there is a regular n-sided polygon all of whose vertices are blue. (Source: INMO 2016)

Solution:

Consider a regular $(2017 \times n)$-gon on the circle, say with vertices $A_1, A_2, A_3,\dots, A_{2017 \times n}$. For each $j$, such that $1 \leq j \leq 2017$, consider the set of points $\{A_k : k \equiv j \mod 2017\}$. Note that these are the vertices of a regular $n$-gon, say $S_j$. Thus, we get 2017 regular $n$-gons: $S_1, S_2,\dots, S_{2017}$. Since there are only 2016 red points on the circumference, by pigeonhole principle there must be at least one $n$-gon among these 2017 which does not contain any red vertex. But then, all the vertices of this regular $n$-gon must be blue. Hence proved.

Which one is greater - $e^{\pi}$ or $\pi^{e}$?

Recall that: $ e^x = 1 + x + \frac{x^2}{2!} + \frac{x^3}{3!} + \dots $

Therefore, $ \forall x > 0 $, $ e^x > 1 + x $.

Substituting $x = \frac{\pi}{e} - 1$ in the above inequality, we get:

$ e^{\frac{\pi}{e} - 1} > \frac{\pi}{e}
 \implies e^{\frac{\pi}{e}} > \pi
 \implies e^{\pi} > \pi^{e} $

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